Harper stood there in shock. Was her uncle really treating her this way over a woman? And a low-class woman like Aurora? If she wasn’t careful, she could lose her Uncle Sam forever.
She didn’t go back inside the house. Instead, she walked to the garden, her heart burning with pain as she tried to figure out what to do.
Meanwhile, Sam held his head, haunted by memories of how he had forced Lilly into marriage, using his wealth and influence to pressure her father into agreeing. Lilly hadn’t loved him, but he married her anyway.
And the man she truly loved… they’d found them together that night, and his friends killed him without even asking questions. That memory would never stop haunting Sam. But what if… what if that man was the one who killed Lilly?
A part of him answered bitterly:
