Daniel stumbled back into the Murphy family home, his head spinning and heart heavy.
Susan was already waiting in the living room. As soon as the driver helped him inside, she stepped forward to support him, practically draping herself over his arm as they climbed the stairs.
She'd put on a figure-hugging, low-cut dress, the kind that left little to the imagination. Every brush of her body against his arm seemed far from accidental.
In the bedroom, Susan gently leaned in, dabbing the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. "Daniel, how much longer are you going to t*****e yourself like this? If Chloe were still here, she'd want you to move on, to be happy again."
Daniel's hand shot out, gripping her wrist like a vice. His voice was ice-cold. "Who told you to talk about Chloe?"
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