MARRIED IN HATRED: FELL IN LOVE AFTER SHE LEFT?
I read the summary twice, feeling old, familiar anger rise in my chest, though this time it settled differently than it once might have, less panic, more clear, focused resolve.
I called Rebecca before I'd even finished processing the full scope of it, and she arrived in my study within twenty minutes, still in her robe, having clearly rushed straight over the moment I mentioned Whitcombe's name.
"Show me," she said, and I slid the summary across the desk, watching her read through it with the same sharp, assessing focus she'd once used exclusively to manage crises for optics rather than truth.
"This is retaliation," she said finally. "Nothing more sophisticated than a bitter man trying to m