His gaze flickered. Then, without asking, he took her hand and led her into my car.
He then told me, “I’m coming with you. Just to make sure you don’t take anything you shouldn’t.”
I didn’t realize until we got home why he was so insistent on coming back with me.
The second I stepped inside, it hit me. Adult toys scattered across the living room sofa. Candles on the dining table—clearly not the scented kind. Then, in the bedroom, I saw handcuffs bolted to both the headboard and footboard.
The whole place reeked of sex and cheap perfume.
While I was out handling my mother’s funeral, Steven and Nellie were playing house in every corner of my home.
I stepped into the walk-in closet and the shock kept coming. My jewelry was tossed across the floor. Several of my Hermès bags were just… gone.
Nellie trailed behind me, lips curled in a smug little smile. “Lucia, missing anything?”
She wanted a reaction.
Too bad. I simply smiled.
“Mistresses will be mistresses. Petty theft and playing victim—classic moves.”
Her eyes flashed. “You—!”
She suddenly gasped, clutched her stomach and collapsed onto the floor. “Lucia… I haven’t even fully healed from giving birth… Why are you hitting me?!”