“You left me here,” I said. “I was bleeding, Victor.”

“I didn’t know it was that serious,” he said. “The message Nathan left just said you were admitted.”

“You didn’t answer your phone,” I said. “You didn’t even try to call back until this morning.”

He reached out his hand again, his fingers twitching.

“Claire, please,” he said. “We can get through this. We built Hayes Development together.”

“I built it,” I said. “You ran it into the ground.”

He took a sharp breath, his jaw tightening.

The charm he usually used to defuse difficult situations was completely gone.

“Don’t say that,” he said. “I made the sacrifices.”

“You made the decisions,” I said. “Now you have to live with them.”

He stepped toward the window, looking out at the gray Seattle skyline.

His reflection in the glass showed a man who was rapidly losing control of his life.

“I’ll move my things to the guest house tonight,” he said.

“No,” I said. “You won’t be staying at our house.”

He turned back to face me, his eyes wide.

“It is my house too, Claire,” he said.