The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 110

Lavinia didn't even bother turning her head. Her voice was flat and hollow. "You and Sigrid are probably the only two people on earth who actually believe your relationship is completely innocent."

She paused. "I have to admit, it's impressive how committed you are to your own delusions."

Garnett's expression darkened instantly. He wrenched the steering wheel hard, swerving the car off the road and onto the shoulder. The tires ground harshly against the gravel before he slammed on the brakes.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, turned his body, and glared at her.

"You never used to be like this, Lavinia," he said, his voice freezing over. "Did Saul teach you to talk like this? Is he the one pushing you to divorce me?"

Lavinia finally turned to look at him.

"Before today, Saul had never said a single bad word about you. If Sigrid hadn't blatantly shown up at our front door to flaunt herself, he never would have snapped like that."

She held his gaze, enunciating every single word. "How long are you going to keep lying to yourself, Garnett?"

The dark storm in Garnett's eyes churned, like stagnant water violently stirred from the bottom.

"I am done trying to explain myself to you," he said coldly. "I've been more than tolerant of this attitude, Lavinia."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over her face with the cold appraisal of a man evaluating a defective piece of merchandise.

"I don't know how you manipulated my grandmother. If you want to play the devoted granddaughter to secure her favor, fine. But do not try to drive a wedge between her and me."

Lavinia bit her lip, staring back at him.

She didn't say a word. There was absolutely no point anymore. She reached for the door handle.

Click.

The locks engaged.

Garnett slammed his foot onto the gas pedal. The luxury car roared back onto the highway, violently cutting across the lanes before making an illegal U-turn.

"What are you doing?" Lavinia's voice tightened with panic. "I need to go see Uncle Latham!"

"Screw the hospital," Garnett spat, staring rigidly at the road ahead, his voice as hard as iron. "We're going home!"

***

His voice had softened dramatically—a warmth he rarely bothered to show his own wife.

Sigrid lowered her head submissively and walked past the threshold.

Garnett stood in the doorway, staring down at Lavinia. "Are you coming in or not?"

A fire ignited deep within Lavinia's chest. It was a cold, silent flame, but it burned so fiercely her organs felt like they were turning to ash. Her chest rose and fell with a sharp breath.

When she finally spoke, her voice was terrifyingly calm.

"Of course. I've spent the last two years playing the lady of this house. When you're putting on a show, the actors can't take their bow until the curtain falls."

She stared straight into his eyes.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Harper?"

Without waiting for an answer, she stepped past him and walked inside.