The Millionaire Came Home Early and Found His Wife Living in the Servants’ Room—Then He Discovered What She Was Waiting For

I looked out the window at a cyclist waiting for the light.

“I love you, Chloe,” I said.

“But I can’t pretend you did nothing because you’re my sister.”

She cried then, quietly, while the café moved around us.

I let her cry.

I did not take the question away from her.

PART 12

At the bank, a senior investigator named Ms.