The clinking of silverware resumed, but Mrs. Cooley wasn't finished. She dabbed her mouth with a linen napkin, her eyes cold and hard like marbles.
"Since you have so much free time now," she said, her voice dripping with disdain, "maybe you can actually focus on your one job. Providing an heir."
Haleigh's hand tightened on her knife.
"Three years, Haleigh," Mrs. Cooley continued. "And nothing. The Cooley name needs a future, not a decorative vase that sits on the shelf."
Gray kept his head down, shoveling eggs into his mouth. Coward.
Haleigh looked at Brylee. Brylee was smirking, looking down at her belly again.
"Actually," Haleigh said, her voice cutting through the insults. "I've been thinking about that. With all the rumors lately... I think we need to make a statement."
"What kind of statement?" Gray asked nervously.
"A Vow Renewal," Haleigh announced.
Brylee choked on her water. Her fork clattered against the china.
"A what?" Mrs. Cooley looked disgusted.
"A Vow Renewal Ceremony," Haleigh repeated firmly. "Next month. We need to show the world how strong our marriage is. Especially with me stepping back from Zenith. People will talk. We need a unified front."
"That's expensive," Mrs. Cooley scoffed. "And unnecessary. Get pregnant first."
Haleigh stood up. The legs of her chair scraped violently against the hardwood floor.
"My trust fund built the East Wing of this house," Haleigh said, her voice rising. "My salary pays for the yacht maintenance. I am asking for a party. Is that too much?"
Mrs. Cooley's face flushed red. "How dare you speak to me like that?"
Haleigh ignored her. She turned her gaze to Gray.
"If there is no ceremony," she said, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper, "I don't sign the Zenith transfer papers."
The threat hung in the air.
Gray looked at his father. Mr. Cooley gave a barely perceptible nod. They needed that signature.
"Okay," Gray said, standing up to placate her. "Okay, babe. We'll do it. A big party. Next month."
"Good," Haleigh said. "I want it to be perfect."
She turned and walked out of the dining room.
"Haleigh, wait!" Inez, the housekeeper, tried to stop her at the foot of the stairs, looking worried.
"Move," Haleigh snapped. She pushed past the woman and ran up the stairs.
She could hear Mrs. Cooley screaming obscenities downstairs.
Haleigh entered the bedroom and locked the door. She leaned against the wood, her chest heaving. She wasn't scared. She was exhilarated.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Unknown Number: Mr. Barrett is pleased. He will meet you tomorrow to discuss the "arrangements" for the ceremony.
It was from Kane's assistant.
Haleigh looked at the wall. A large, framed photo of her and Gray on their wedding day hung there. They looked so happy. So fake.
She walked over to it, grabbed the frame with both hands, and ripped it off the wall.
She threw it.
It hit the floor with a satisfying crash. Glass shattered, scattering across the rug like diamonds.
The fracture line ran right through Gray's smiling face.
