Mark hadn’t said a word since we entered the lawyer’s office. His whole body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides like he was holding back from punching something—or someone.
I stood next to him, watching as the officer led us inside. The room was plain, just a desk, a few chairs, and a single woman standing near the window. She was wearing a black suit, her dark hair pinned back, looking professional and sharp.
But when she turned around, I could literally feel the tension, Mark’s whole body locked up. His breathing stopped for a second. His jaw tightened so much I thought he might crack his teeth.
Because the woman standing there, the one who was supposed to be his lawyer—
Was his wife.
The wife he thought was dead. I sucked in a breath. What the hell?
Mark’s reaction was ins
