Anne Carvil had always been in control. Poised. Elegant. A woman of refined taste and unwavering composure.
But the moment Richard said those words, that mask shattered.
The moment the words left Richard's mouth
"I also happened to stumble upon his daughter. Five years old, and his exact DNA," something inside Anne snapped.
Her body went rigid, her nails digging into her palms so hard she nearly drew blood.
Tim had a daughter. Nothing slammed her mental health more than those words leaving the lips of the person she trusted the most in the world.
A child.
With Aurora.
The truth clawed at her, wild and ugly. Five years of waiting. Five years of standing by, believing that Tim would eventually see her, that time would force him to want her instead. That Aurora's disappearance would finally erase her from his heart.
And yet, in the end, Aurora still won.
