“Much better,” he said arrogantly. “Looks like you finally figured out your place.”
Evelyn chuckled softly.
“I told you, son. Some women need a firm hand.”
Vanessa slowly poured coffee into Nathan’s cup. He sat at the head of the table exactly where she wanted him.
“If you’d understood this arrangement from the beginning,” Nathan added smugly, “our marriage would’ve been much easier.”
