Ryan took a step forward, his voice lowering but growing firmer.
“Being married to Eve taught me the difference between a woman and a wife,” Ryan said. “Luan is a woman. Eve is a wife.”
Kimberly stiffened. “That’s insulting.”
“To who?” Ryan asked. “To Luan? She’ll be fine. She’ll find a man who wants what she offers. But it was never going to be me.”
He gestured toward the stairs, where Eve had disappeared earlier.
“Eve is loyal,” he continued. “She is steady. She protects what she loves without destroying others. She builds. She doesn’t poison.”
Kimberly scoffed. “You’re romanticising her.”
“I’ve seen her at her worst,” Ryan replied. “She still never stooped as low as framing someone for a crime.”
Kimberly’s face flushed. “I said I’m paying for that.”
“And I’m reminding you why,”
