Noelle’s voice carried a hint of pleading.
“Landon, you saw it yourself—Dr. Hays’ treatment is really working for me. I’ve just been a little on edge lately, that’s why I’ve had these episodes, but I always bounce back quickly.”
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable.
“As long as nothing upsets me, I won’t have another relapse.”
Noelle’s expression was the picture of wounded innocence, but her words were unmistakably pointing fingers—blaming Zinnia for her condition.
Landon studied her for a moment before speaking.
“So, what you’re saying is, your illness is because of Zinnia?”
Noelle didn’t answer. She dropped her gaze and bit her lip, silent.
That said it all.
“Because she called you a homewrecker in front of everyone?”
Landon’s tone was so even it was hard to tell what he was feeling.
Noelle’s eyes went even redder at those words, looking for all the world like someone pushed to the edge by Zinnia but too afraid to admit it.
But Landon just looked at her, his face unreadable, not the slightest flicker of sympathy.
He asked, “So you thought it was okay to force her to ask me for a divorce in front of everybody?”
His tone was calm, almost detached.
Noelle, though, heard the anger simmering beneath the surface. Panic flashed across her face, and she went pale as a sheet.


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