Duvalier.
I stood there, facing Victoria with a dumbfounded expression, trying to make sense of what was going on.
"Why are you dressed up like that? You wanted me to find you like that, didn't you? It's a trap; I should have known," I replied, my frustration and confusion growing with each passing moment. She did this on purpose, deliberately letting me think she was my wife. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her actions than met the eye.
Anna wore that dress a few years ago, and it held a special memory of our first date, the night we most likely conceived our son, Theodore. It was the first time she went out with me after shutting herself in the guest room since she stepped in my mansion. I was surprised to come home to her in the red dress ready to go on a date. S
