HE SENT ME TO PRISON FOR A CRIME I DIDN’T COMMIT

shock and confusion. I hold my head high and walk toward the bar, where Ethan is sipping champagne.

He sees me. His glass pauses mid-air. For a second, just a flicker, I see fear.

“Laura,” he breathes. “What are you doing here?”

“Enjoying the show,” I say. “Lovely dress Claire’s wearing. Do they make that shade in betrayal?”

His face darkens. “You need continue reading …