This is private, this is between me and my wife!” I looked at him, disheveled and held back by his uncle.

“When you were arranging your hotels and your wire transfers these last six months, Warner — did you remember I was your wife then?” At the foot of the stairs, Renae looked as if she wanted the floor to open.

The flush had gone chalky.

She kept her chin to her chest, mute, her hands trembling on her coat.

Dinah, who had worshipped her brother her whole life, stood slowly, her voice cracking.

“Warner… did you really do this?” “Shut your mouth, Dinah!” His roar made Adelina flinch.