The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

kles turned a stark, bone-white. The tears were still wet on her cheeks, but the despair in her chest was already hardening i

tissue, her voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. "Miss Mi

om in her throat was undeniable. "She has everything. The f

of peppermint and malice. "I overheard the staff talking.

usy burned in her stomach, rising to her throat like bile. "Concei

lly. "There is one person. A Sinclair. A useless

cold smile stretched across her lips. "P

ne connected, the coldness vanished from her face. Her voice instantly dropped into a soft,

ssandra's stomach churned with disgust, but she fo

ed. Her eyes were flat and dead. "If she's ruined, Kahlil

lchair. She rolled out of the guest room, the wheels gliding s

owl. Her hands were covered in white flour. She g

arble counter with a frantic rhythm. "M

hard she tasted copper. "I need

ottle of dark sauce. Her hand trembled. The bottle slipped. Dark liquid spla

anca squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her flour-coa

ion. Cassandra sat in the doorway, a per

ok overwhelmed." Cassandra's v

the woman in the wheelchair. "Just tryin

ter, a flash of mockery hiding behind her long lashes. "L

ined sauce and remembered Kahlil. She needed him to come home. Sh

ked out of the kitchen, her foots

ood up from the wheelchair with ease, grabbed an apron, and ti

eyes wide. "Miss Mills,

cked up a knife and began dicing vegetables. "I

ould you check if Mr. Montgomery is in his study? I

ears straining to catch the whispers of Mrs. Dawson, who had jus

staff wouldn't hear. "I checked the pharmacy receipts this mor

g clean through a carrot. Her pulse pounded in her ears.

il sizzled and popped. Preston's plan needed to happen faster. She couldn't wait. Th