“Then why does my husband know you? Why were you at my daughter’s bakery with him?”
David stepped forward.
“This isn’t the time.”
The woman shook her head.
“No, David. You’ve had long enough.”
Then she looked directly at me.
“Your husband and I are not having an affair.”
“Then why does he know you?”
She looked past me at Emma, who had followed us downstairs.
“That’s not the question you should be asking.”
Behind me, someone said, “Don’t.”
I turned.
Ryan, Emma’s fiancé, stood near the staircase.
The woman froze.
For the first time since I had seen her, all the anger left her face.
“Ryan.”
He went rigid.
I looked from him to her.
“You know her?”
Ryan swallowed.
“My dad knows her too.”
Her face went tense.
“Your father made sure I disappeared.”
“Stop,” Ryan said.
“What is going on?” I demanded.
