AND ADRIAN KNOWS WHY.I read the message again.Then I looked at my husband.Adrian stood beside the desk, his face unreadable, but something in his eyes had changed.Fear.Not the kind that made a person run.The kind that made a person realize the past had finally caught up with him.“What happened three days before my mother died?”He didn’t answer immediately.Outside the study windows, rain began tapping against the glass.Finally, Adrian said, “Your mother came to see me.”My breath caught.“When?”“Three days before she died.”I stared at him.Fourteen months ago, I had sat beside my mother in a hospital room, holding her hand while the machines measured the last hours of her life.Three days earlier, she had apparently been standing in front of Adrian.And he had said nothing.“Why?”“She wanted to talk about you.”That hurt more than I expected.“About me?”“She knew what I was planning.”I understood immediately.The marriage.The contract.The revenge.My mother had known.
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