ridiculous,” she whispered. “She’s always so sensitive.”
I simply nodded.
The entire drive home, she talked about flower arrangements, celebrity guests, and honeymoon destinations.
I said almost nothing.
That night, while she slept in the penthouse, I sat alone in my office.
For the first time in our relationship, I opened the private investigation file I had ordered months earlier.
I had never looked at it.
Something in my gut had told me to keep it.
The investigator’s report was over three hundred pages.
By sunrise, I understood exactly who
