A man willing to destroy his own wife for another woman must be hiding something.
The moment I said those words, all color drained from Beckett's face.
"Elowen, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? You're the one who betrayed your marriage and refused to admit your mistakes. Why are you trying to slander me with these baseless accusations?"
Sloane's face turned pale as well. She instinctively looked at Beckett.
That one reaction was enough to confirm my suspicions.
For days, I had been trying to make sense of everything.
If Sloane was truly the helpless victim Beckett claimed she was, why hadn't he gone straight to the police? And if those men had really harmed her, why would they willingly help him frame me instead?
The truth only began to emerge after Geller told me he had
