The cab could only take me as far as the security gate. From there, it was still another mile up to the villa at the top of the hill.A car sped past me, and I recognized the license plate instantly. The window rolled down just a little. Melissa was sitting in the passenger seat of my husband's car.Charles did not even see me.By the time I reached the front yard, I was soaked through. Charles was standing outside, handling a work call. When his eyes met mine, he said into the phone, "Have the proposal ready and send it to me tomorrow."Then, he turned, took off his suit jacket, and moved to drape it over my shoulders. "Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"His tone grew sharper. "Shirley, you're not a three-year-old. Melissa came to visit Grandpa today. You should head back first."Wherever Melissa appeared, I had to disappear—like I was something that belonged in the shadows, never meant to be seen.As soon as Charles stepped closer, his brows knitted together. "Are you wearing
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