Divorce on my Birthday, Revenge on His.
“What do you mean?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?” Rosina let out a short breath. “I know you’ve been searching for her everywhere, haven’t you?” she said slowly. “And what have you found?” She took another step closer, her eyes locking onto his. “Nothing, Charles… you’ve found nothing.” She paused, then said it coldly, “Because she’s dead.” Charles’s expression changed instantly. “What?” he asked, his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears. “Bianca is dead,” Rosina repeated, louder this time. “If she were alive, where is she?” She held his gaze without blinking. “Bianca Winter is gone. I just didn’t want to tell you.”