My Husband Chose His First Love’s Tears Over My Word — Then a Video at His Grandfather’s Party Revealed Who Really Wanted Me Dead

“I give you the trust.

You destroy the Ashfords.”

He laughed softly.

“I thought you still loved your husband.”

“Love died on the floor of my house,” I said.

He looked at me a long moment, and then he put out his hand.

“Deal.” And the lights outside came up all at once — police vehicles, federal agents, the whole night turned to daylight — and Blackwood stepped back, and Sebastian came through a side door and said, quietly, “It’s over, Uncle.”

“Uncle?” I said.