e-year marriage ended, it be
t on the grand mahogany table in the foyer
ys reme
Cotton, sanding down her sharp edges, muting her vibrant colors, until she became the poised, quiet, elegant Mrs. Stanton. A wo
nger to herself to be
r slammed
ome, earlier
e foyer, the gentle, practiced smile she wore like a uniform a
nt door
d impeccable in his tailored
n a simple cotton dress that seemed to shrink in the opulent entryway.
not celebratory. It was flat. An ann
tiff on her lips. She
continued, his gaze fixed on Adriana, a silent command in his eyes. "Jovita has jus
t ask. He
ck. The sweet scent of the li
the flicker of something in the girl's eyes.
said. Her voice was steady, e
re was no birthday di
oices drifting into the hall. He was discussing the trust fund he'd set up
living room, the space feeling cold
partnership, of the standards the Stanton name required. He had told her she was the on
e now felt
h runner. She had to say something. This wasn't
s study door. It
saying. "I don't know how I can ever repay you.
ford replied. "We do
chill. She push
up. Gifford's exp
a. We'r
ak with you for a m
er head, looking vulnerable. "Jovita is
t was a public alignment.
," Adriana said, her voice low but clear. "In our ho
s face was a mask of
amily, our family, pays its debts. Her mother saved my grandmother. We owe
n weapon. He was questioning her character, h
years. She saw the judgment in his eyes. He wasn't just defending Jovit
an obstacle
elling in her eyes. "I should go. I'm caus
ll movement to
turned back to Adriana, his tone hardening again. "The decision is made. Jovita is st
rd again. Duty. Not
looked from her husband's cold face to
ngle, sharp move
stand,"
out, closing the doo
r phone, her fingers scrolling to a na
ped a
. Are you
ver the send button. It was a betrayal of the
ted the
lled out a small, locked box from the ve
ly: A Guide to C
er when they were engaged
emorized
ed letters seem
er hands. It felt heav
arriage. It was the beginning of an earthqu