"Didn't I just satisfy you? Why are you here again?"
"I'm warning you—my wife is pregnant now. You can't come looking for me anymore. If she finds out and it affects the baby, I won't let you off easy."
A girl's kittenish whimper drifted up, her voice so sweet it could melt bone.
"How won't you let me off? Keep me in bed forever? Make sure I can never leave you?"
His breathing grew heavier. Then came the sound of stumbling footsteps.
I clenched my fists, wanting to storm out and demand answers. Why had he betrayed me?
All these years of marriage, I'd used every connection my parents left me to build him into the respected Mr. Thorne everyone admired.
When his funding fell through, I sold every piece of my dowry and every memento my parents had left behind without a second thought.
Even after he pretended to go bankrupt, I stayed. Through every storm, I stood by his side.
I even gave up the baby I'd wanted so desperately.
I wanted to cut open his chest and see for myself—was his heart made of stone?
The clock on the wall ticked. Rain poured outside.
The ceiling grew damp, water seeping through. The whole room felt cold and hollow.
One in the morning. Dominic still wasn't home.