The Governor’s Wife, His beautiful ruin
Anger sat low in my stomach, steady and stubborn, because I was trying really trying to dismantle a man who had built his entire life on secrets, and so far, every secret I uncovered vanished the moment I reached for it.
The shell company wasn’t illegal and nothing dragged me back to the burner phone messages. The money wasn’t useful or something illegal. Nothing led anywhere real.
I pressed my palm against my knee to quiet the twitch in my fingers. The frustration didn’t fade. If anything, it sharpened, because the one thing I knew for sure was that Alfred wasn’t innocent. He never had been. He hid things, buried things, twisted facts until they suited him. So if everything I found kept tur