Chapter 87

(Emily's POV).

“Why didn’t you tell me that Ben will work for my father, Mike?” I asked, staring across the dinner table at my husband.

The question had been brewing in my mind since I left my dad’s office, and I could no longer keep it in.

Mike chuckled softly, his hand reaching for the wine glass. His calmness was infuriating in the most Mike way possible.

“I have no right to tell you if your father is the one who has news, Emily,” he said smoothly, echoing the exact words my father had used.

I sighed, a heavy, exhausted sound that seemed to hang between us.

They both had the same excuse—always so respectful of boundaries, so careful not to step on each other’s toes. But I didn’t know how to feel about that now.

I looked at Mike, his face calm and warm, like he was ready to hear everything I had to say. But how could I be mad at him?

They were right. I knew that deep down. It wasn’t Mike’s place to tell me; it was my father’s.

Still, that didn’t stop the frustration that churne