Riley’s POV
The mansion felt too quiet.
After the spa, after Marcus’s hands on my skin and his voice in my ear, after the way Aria had looked at me like she was trying to unravel a mystery, I couldn’t stand still. The silence pressed against my ribs, heavy and suffocating. I wandered through the halls, my fingers dragging along the walls, my mind spinning.
Did Gerald know?
That question wouldn’t leave me alone. Had Erica ever told him about Marcus? Had he known his wife was seeking comfort in another man’s arms? Was that why their marriage had been so cold? Or had Erica turned to Marcus because Gerald couldn’t love her?Had she confessed in some late-night fight, some moment of raw, desperate honesty? Or had she taken that secret to her grave, just like she’d taken so many others?
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