Eve’s POV
The restaurant was quiet after closing, the hum of laughter and clinking glasses replaced by the sharp clatter of dishes being stacked in the kitchen. But tension still simmered like heat in the walls.
Evelyn sat at the back hallway, her apron crumpled in her lap, staring at the tiles as if they held answers. Kamila had coaxed her to eat something, but the food tasted like ash in her mouth. All she could hear were Matthew’s words echoing in her ears, She is expecting. Pregnant.
He had stolen her secret, twisted it into a weapon, and placed it in Oliver Macintire’s hands.
Now there was no going back.
Miter Rodrigo stood in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest. His face was carved in stone, but his eyes burned. He had watched enough. Enough of Matthew’s sly smiles, hi
