One belonged to Ryan.
The other came with high heels.
Ryan entered wearing the calm expression he normally reserved for difficult business conversations. Beside him stood Vanessa Cole in an emerald evening dress better suited to an upscale lounge than a Wednesday family dinner.
I had seen pictures of her before.
Ryan had never admitted she existed, but men who believe their wives are financially trapped eventually stop being careful.
Margaret froze with her fork in her hand.
Daniel lowered his bourbon.
Ethan moved closer to me.
Ryan looked directly
