HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

across her face.

Graham’s jaw tightened.

“Don’t make a scene, Evelyn.”

I almost smiled.

Men like Graham were terrified of scenes because scenes created witnesses.

I looked at Owen.

His face had gone pale beneath the championship lights. At fourteen, he had Graham’s dark hair and my gray eyes. He also had the unfortunate burden of understanding more than continue reading …