Nathan snapped, “Who are you?”
“My attorney.”
His face twitched.
Rebecca continued, “It also included consent related to a credit facility secured against Sharon’s separately owned residence.”
Guests murmured.
Nathan looked at me.
“You told a lawyer about our private finances?”
“Our finances?”
I smiled.
“You mean mine?”
His jaw tightened.
“This is insane.”
“No.”
I looked at the guests.
“Insane was believing I needed to be ashamed because I trusted the man I planned to marry.”
My voice shook then.
I let it.
“Insane would have been discovering the truth and protecting his reputation.”
I turned toward Nathan.
“I loved you. That is not something you get to make me ashamed of.”
My mother began crying harder.
Nathan’s expression softened.
Instantly.
The change was frightening.
“Sharon.”
He took one careful step toward me.
“I said disgusting things.”
“Yes.”
“I was angry.”
“At what?”
He hesitated.
“I don’t know.”