After a night with his mistress, a pregnant wife quietly boarded a private jet—while the mistress was left begging outside, unaware of the truth unfolding.
carefully. Later, that offended her. Richard had become careless because he believed she was too damaged to search.
The envelopes had been pushed into the back of the library desk, buried beneath a pile of foundation invitations. Clara sat alone under the green-shaded lamp, the baby pressing against her ribs, and opened the first envelope.
