ad cried all night, but she had put on her makeup, dressed in a sharp business s
earing a pair of silky, ridiculously short pajamas that belonged to
a little gasp and tried to pull th
uldn't find my things, and I was ju
st nook, sipping coffee and readin
ed her husband. "I believe the kit
ession annoyed. "She was just being thought
ry. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cotton. I'l
short, cold laugh
called after her, b
o the city's most ru
teady. "And I want a full breakdown of our shared a
ded. "I'll get my team on it immediately, Ms. Cott
tant buzz of her phone. Dozens of calls and texts
as quiet. She walked up the sweeping staircase t
door and her breath
and thrown aside. A lacy black piece of lingerie-not hers-was tossed carelessl
the cloying scent of
sanctuary. Their marital bed. The line had
was a raw scream t
ter, looking flustered. He took in th
nded, her voice shaking with
avoiding her eyes. "Jovita was help
ng anything abo
ed behind him, her cheek
your beautiful lingerie when I was helping put away clothes, and I just
nding. She's a young girl, she was just being curious."
est was so immense she t
y low. "What's next? You'll tell me if I walked in on
er. "You've changed, Adriana. You
er of being
y, confident, and free. She had become so obedient, so quiet.
d out a thick manila envelope
ers, Gifford
ils shrinking to pinprick
en more seriou
alm down,"
ted, her voice flat.
apers and ripped them to shreds. "I wi
bling. "It's all my fault," she cried. "If I had
n the girl. "You're right. You
wailed
into a protective embrace. "She's just a
gh the house. The noise brought the Stanton Matria
edroom, her weeping grandson, the crying girl
ry for all of this." She explained the debt of gratitude the family
atriarch said, tears in her eyes. "Please, forgive Gifford's fool
apologized. "Adriana, I'm sorry.
Adriana's resolve wavered. Perhaps it cou
. For a few days, Gifford was attentive and kind. Adriana started to t
ace a thundercloud. Behind him, held up by a butler, was Jovita. Her cl
inger at Adriana. "You! How