บททั้งหมดของ Married To My Ex-Husband's Uncle: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 215

Xena.“Fix my tie,” Dante muttered, stopping me in the hallway outside the hearing room. “Please. I’ve tied it four times, and it still looks like I did it in the dark.”I reached up and loosened the knot. His collar was damp under my fingers, and I could feel his pulse jumping against my knuckles while I worked. Down the corridor, a clerk with a cart of file boxes rolled past without looking at us.“It’s straight now,” I told him, smoothing the silk flat against his shirt. “Herald would approve.”A short laugh escaped him. He caught my hand before I could lower it and pressed it flat over his heart while he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth.“First row,” he reminded me under his breath.“First row,” I promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”Footsteps came up the corridor behind us. Okafor hurried toward us with his b

Xena"Don't say another word to her, Xena," Okafor hissed, gripping my arm above the elbow. "Save it for when we're somewhere she can't hear you."My hand was still pressed over my mouth. I lowered it and nodded, heat climbing up the side of my neck under the afternoon sun.Voss waited with her head tilted until we finished. Then she slid a cream-colored envelope out of her portfolio and held it out to Okafor, who took it between two fingers."My client would like to meet Mrs. Cross in person before the thirteenth," she explained, already turning to go. "Her address and telephone number are inside. She asked me to say she'll be home all day tomorrow."She went down the steps without looking back. The coffee vendor followed her with his eyes until she climbed into a black car at the curb.I turned to Okafor. My legs had started to tremble, so I planted my feet on the stone."I'm sorry," I blurted, my hands fluttering uselessly at my sides. "I wasn't thinking. She said Margaret's name,

Xena.“Did he know?” Dante demanded, his finger still pressed to the faded signature on the page. “Did my father know whose key he handed you?”Margaret closed the ledger gently over his finger and drew it back onto her own lap.“I never asked him,” she answered, her voice level. “He never told me. The next week, Gerald moved Richard to an office on another floor, and the gray sedan was sold before the month was out.”Dante stood up so fast that his knee knocked the tea tray. Cups rattled on their saucers, and a thin stream of tea ran across the polished wood toward the edge.Ruth half rose from her chair by the door. Voss’s hand went flat on her portfolio.“Fifty-two years,” Dante shouted, jabbing a finger toward the ledger. “You sat on this for fifty-two years. You let Cassandra think it was Gerald. You let my father walk around and raise a family and sit at the head of the table every Christmas.”“Yes,” Margaret replied, without lowering her eyes. “I did all of that.”“Dante.” I st