HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

of us arriving together.

He wanted the market to see a united marriage.

He did not come outside to meet me.

Instead, Sloane stood at the top of the marble staircase wearing a silver gown and my emerald earrings.

“Vivian,” she said warmly. “You look beautiful.”

“So do my earrings.”

Her fingers rose instinctively toward one emerald.

Then she smiled.

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