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“She knows you’re the lead on this new pitch. She knows you’re scheduled to travel. She knows your name is attached, and I couldn’tjust sit on the sidelines anymore because she was going to be in the same room with you.” A cold sensation spread slowly down my spine. This was too much! I didn’t kn what to believe anymore. “You expect me to believe this?” I asked, though my voice had lost some of its earlier force. “I expect you to be careful, Elizabeth,” she replied. I studied her. If this was a lie, it was the most detailed, most restrained lie I had ever seen. She wasn’t begging me to be back with her. She wasn’t reaching for me. She wasn’t trying to soften me with nostalgia or touch.

Viviane insisted. “Do as you wish,” Arthur grumbled. Then, looking at Eliza, he asked, “Are you hungry? The hens are laying good eggs these days. There’s still a few scrambled in that pan.” Since she normally woke up ravenous, Eliza was surprised to realize that she actually felt full. Not wanting to bring any more attention to her that might renew their questions about where she’d been and why, she smiled and made her way to the stove. Lifting the cover off the fry pan, she lowered her face over the eggs and sniffed long and deep. They smelled especially delicious that morning.

Instead, he’d let her roam. But the truth was… Elizabeth had become more than a curiosity. He turned back toward the file on his desk—a thin, unassuming manila folder marked with her name. He’d read it a dozen times, combing over the details: Elizabeth and her ties to Nick, her connection to Mr. Black, her family’s secrets and shadows. It painted a stark picture of a life caught in the middle of ruthless ambition and deception. He knew exactly what she’d been dragged through—he had enough enemies in her circle to know the lengths they’d go.