Chapter 5 — The Double Lie

I sat on the floor of his study with eleven years of stolen letters spread around me, and I finally understood the full architecture of what my husband had built.

He had not simply excluded us.

That would have been cruelty enough, but it would have been ordinary cruelty, the kind that at least tells itself the truth.

What Grayson had done was so much more deliberate than that.

He had lied to both sides of his own life, for over a decade, and kept the two halves from ever touching.