Five years. More than eighteen hundred days and nights. He sheltered me under his wing, gave me the deepest tenderness and the safest harbor. I thought I had finally walked out of the darkness and into a new life. But one evening, five years later, at the end of a corridor in a private club, I overheard a conversation between Grayson and Samuel.
"Every time Lois Simmons sees me, she looks like she wants to tear me apart. She's so convinced I'm the one who destroyed her mother, destroyed everything she had."
"But tell me — if that stupid woman ever found out the person who actually leaked her mother's patents was the husband holding her in his arms every night, do you think she'd lose her mind on the spot?"
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My hand froze an inch from the door handle. The blood in my veins turned to ice.
Grayson's mocking voice kept going, each word a poisoned blade driving straight into my skull: