I'd been kidnapped and raised in the countryside for eighteen years. My grandmother was the only person who ever truly cared for me. She never raised her voice, never scolded me. She'd sneak me food and water behind that vicious couple's backs.
After she died, I knew they'd never honor her memory.
So at Greta's suggestion, I'd placed my grandmother's memorial tablet at the James estate, where it would receive proper offerings.
My chest tightened. I got in the car and drove straight there.
Two bodyguards blocked me at the gate.
"Sorry, sir. No entry without an invitation."
Greta stood just inside, arm linked through Melvin's. He was wearing a tailored designer suit.
That suit. Greta had given it to me on our wedding day, nine years ago.
Melvin's lips curled with satisfaction. "Victor, I thought you wanted nothing to do with Greta. And yet here you are, crawling back."
Greta looked me over with the kind of disgust she'd clearly been rehearsing. "Enough. I know you're here to win me back. Whatever it is, save it for later. Today is my grandfather's eightieth birthday celebration. Melvin and I are the happy couple everyone expects to see."