The truth laid bare right before his eyes ripped Dylan completely apart.
He had hated his wife wrongfully for five long years, never learning the real truth behind his sister's suicide, that Mariel Swift had sacrificed herself to save his sister.
Worse, he'd fallen straight for Chelsea's manipulation, and with his own two hands, he drove her to her death.
Slumping back against the icy wall, Dylan let loose a roar that tore right out of his despair.
Meanwhile, I sat in Eric's car, replaying every memory of the last five years in my head.
Hatred coiled around my heart like a thick vine, squeezing tighter and tighter with every second that passed.
"We're here, Miss," the driver's voice pulled me out of my swirling pain.
I followed the directions left on the note from Henry, the old fam
