I had never been to prison. Today wasn't just the day my husband, Dudley Farley, was being inaugurated as CEO of Farley Group. It was also my son's first birthday celebration.
I had more right to be here than anyone.
——
When I said nothing, Elliot only got bolder.
He brought his secretary right up to block my path.
"Imogen Henson, I have to say—a year in prison and your skin's still this smooth. You must have been bribing the guards left and right. But then again, you were flat broke back then. A woman with nothing to her name... what could she possibly use to bribe anyone? Unless it was—"
He dragged out the last syllable, his gaze crawling over me from head to toe.
The implication was unmistakable.
After all these years, his mouth was still just as filthy.
I reached over casually and picked up a fruit knife from the table beside me. Gladys Fox, standing at Elliot's side, went rigid with alarm.
She flung her arms wide, planting herself squarely in front of him.
Just like she had back then.
"Imogen, sweetie, I know my showing up in your life made you bitter. If you're angry, take it out on me! Leave Elliot out of this!"