Vanessa wore a striking red designer dress.
Her makeup was flawless.
She’d perfected the expression of a heartbroken fiancée.
Patricia wore pearls.
George greeted me as though he hadn’t accused me of stealing twenty-four hours earlier.
“Mrs. Carter.”
Vanessa lowered her eyes dramatically.
“I’ve been sick over what happened.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It was all one terrible misunderstanding.”
I looked at her quietly.
“A misunderstanding?”
She nodded eagerly.
“I didn’t know it was you.”
“I understand.”
Visible relief washed across her face.
She thought she’d escaped.
I placed a thick legal document on the dining table.
“Then let’s begin with the prenuptial agreement.”
Her smile disappeared.
“I’m not signing anything that questions my love for Ethan.”
“Interesting.”
I leaned back in my chair.
“Because your private conversations seem to mention money far more often than love.”
George slammed his palm onto the table.
