No serious company in Texas wanted to hire the man who had publicly humiliated the lost daughter of the Fairholme family — who had ordered her toward the restrooms an hour before the truth walked into the room.

His cruelty had been witnessed by everyone who mattered in his world, and it followed him now the way it had once followed her, except that he had earned his.

Chapter 19 — White Roses

Six months later, Aracely stood with her father at Consuelo Aguilar’s grave in South Dallas.

Lysander laid white roses gently against the headstone.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and his voice broke on it.