“Why would I?” I said, meeting his eyes. “I’m your wife… Or was it because all this time, you’ve been having an affair with my stepsister?”
“Why would I?” I said, meeting his eyes. “I’m your wife… or was it because all this time, you’ve been having an affair with my stepsister?”
For a second, Nathan froze. His eyes narrowed, the fury in them dulling into something colder, something I couldn’t read. “What are you talking about?” he said flatly, though the flicker of guilt in his gaze was enough of an answer.
He exhaled, as if the argument had drained him. Before he could say another word, the door opened quietly. Mr. Santos, our butler, stepped in, his expression nervous.
“Sir,” he said carefully, glancing at both of us. “Miss Amber and young Lorenzo are finally fine. They’ve been taken to the hospital, and they are asking for you.”
Nathan’s eyes shifted back to me, sharp again. “We’re not done, Emerald. Got it?”
Before I could respond, he gestured to the guards standing by the door. “Lock her up. She doesn’t leave this room until I say so.”
My body tensed. “Nathan—”
But the men didn’t hesitate. The door slammed shut, and the sound of the lock sliding into place echoed like a sentence.