“No. Claire, listen. Sophia isn’t just someone he likes. Her father is on the bank board that financed the land purchases.”
I sat up. “What?”
“Richard Reynolds. He’s been helping Dad for years. I thought Sophia and I could keep business separate from everything else.”
“You thought you could have both.”
He didn’t deny it.
“I have one more thing,” Vincent said. “The night you caught us at the hotel, Dad wasn’t surprised. He had already booked a family meeting for Saturday morning.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. But the night before, I heard him tell Sophia’s father, ‘By Monday, Claire will have no choice.'”
For the first time, I understood that my marriage might have been unraveling according to someone else’s schedule.
And the next morning, a courier delivered an envelope addressed to me in Lucia’s handwriting. Inside was a second key and a note written years before my wedding:
If Dominic ever puts an innocent woman’s name on his papers, ask Vincent what happened to Anna Reyes.
