That night, in a ballroom, with my husband’s cologne still on my cheek from a kiss he had staged for an audience, I remembered.

Chapter 6 — The Sinclair Name

Later that same evening I overheard Spencer in a cigar lounge with a few close associates, and heard the truth I had spent years refusing to see.

“Of course I care about Bianca,” he was saying, smooth as ever.

“But Cordelia is a different matter.

What actually infuriates me is that she’s reconnected with her family lately.

The Sinclairs looked down on me for years.”