of food to my room, but I couldn't eat. The confrontation had le

house was quiet. I followed the smell of coffee to the dining

there. And h

king fragile and angelic. She was laughing at something he said,

er's face went cold. Sophia's smile faltere

er voice sweet as honey. "You'

set up on a sideboard. I was starving. I pi

that," Alex

nd hovering ov

his tone sharp. "The chef made it specifi

I'm so sorry. I should have told you. This is Miss Miller's specia

a's fake-pitying one. I was the wife. This was

was a bitter t

r to me, her expression full of sympathy. "Olivia didn't kno

anger. It highlighted my position as an outsider,

n. I looked Sophia

and clear. "I just came down to tell Alexander t

to her chest in a dramatic gest

mbling. "Don't say that. It's my fault. I shou

eal tears streaming d

r scraping against the marble floor. He moved to

rled at me. "She's been through

who had pushed me off a yacht, the woman who was sitting

of it almost

" I

with fury. "Wh

I will not

ice echoing behind me. I made it to the front door, my h

was already there,

are not to leave t

was trapped in this