But Olivia, sensing an opportunity, piped up sweetly:
“Michael, she says she needs to ‘answer to some descendants’? What descendants?”
“To me, it’s just a little jade ring. How important could it really be? Unless…”
Her brows furrowed.
“Unless it was given to her by some old lover?”
Her words dripped with implication, and when her eyes met mine, they glittered with provocation.
Michael’s face darkened instantly, his glare piercing me.
“Sophia, you’d better explain. Who gave you that ring?”
“And just what have you been doing behind my back?”
I actually laughed.
When he was still just a lowly salesman, I had married him without hesitation.
In three years of marriage, I may not have been perfect—
But I was at least blameless.
Aside from meeting my cousins each Memorial Day, I barely even interacted with other men.
And he had the gall to cheat, yet accuse me?
“I, Sophia Lane, have lived righteously. I’ve never betrayed you. If you don’t believe me, investigate all you want.”
“And let me say this again—the jade ring was brought out of a tomb at the cost of lives. It’s an heirloom that every year—”
“Investigate? Of course I’ll investigate.”
Michael cut me off coldly before I could finish.