While Mr. Porter inventoried the items to ensure I took nothing of value, the television began broadcasting the latest gossip involving the Delgado heir.
Evan was hosting a pool party at the hillside villa.
On the screen, bikini-clad women danced around him, a scene of utter decadence. Bonnie smiled brightly at the camera, her voice dripping with malice.
"Don't blame Evan for looking elsewhere. It's Mrs. Delgado who's useless," Bonnie sneered. "When you're old and your beauty's faded, you should know when to step aside for someone more deserving."
In the background, Evan had his arm around Bonnie's waist, a smirk of satisfaction playing on his lips.
I looked away from the screen and glanced at the brightly lit villa on the hill behind me. A bitter smile touched my lips.
I designed that villa.
It was my masterpiece, a project into which I'd poured years of effort and love. When construction was completed, Evan had made a vow.
"Alice, we'll live happily here for a lifetime. This will be our home."
Now, that sanctuary had been reduced to Evan's harem. Any woman in Harbor City could enter that house—except me.