Page 7 of His Son's Wife
“Why are you here, Sayla?”
I rested my arms on my legs and leaned forward. Giving her nowhere to look except at me.
Her eyes lowered.
“He keeps finding me.”
“The police?”
Her head snapped up.
“He has money and the tongue of an angel when required,” she muttered.“I’m never taken seriously.”
Yes. Helena’s family money, sitting in a trust fund Gabe had done nothing to earn and everything to abuse.
“Do you want rid of my son?” I asked.“You did stay much longer than the rest of them.”
One bloodshot eye and one light brown eye—golden where the sun came through the tall windows—gave me an excellent vantage point of her stunned shock bleeding slowly into realisation.
“You knew?”
It was barely a whisper. It settled between us like something that had always been waiting to be said.
“Do you remember what I said to you before you signed the prenup?”
Tears welled.
One trickled down her cheek.
Others followed.
She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The answer was written across every bruise on her face.
Destiny had set this time and place.
But I’d always known.
Chapter 4
Sayla
Two Years Ago
I thanked the taxi driver, though he barely heard me. He was too busy staring at the manor.
I couldn’t blame him.
The Kersey estate looked less like a home and more like the sort of place people whispered about on guided tours. Dark stone. Tall windows. The kind of historic building that had survived wars, recessions, and generations of difficult men.
I’d met Gabriel’s father before, briefly. Long enough to know he hadn’t approved of me. Or perhaps he simply hadn’t cared enough to form an opinion.
The taxi pulled away behind me and unease settled low in my stomach. I touched the diamond on my finger, grounding myself.
This was the man who hadn’t attended his only son’s engagement party.
Not because he couldn’t.
Because he hadn’t wanted to.
