CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MELINDA'S POV
The gates of the estate swung open as our car approached, the familiar sight of the mansion looming ahead doing nothing to calm my nerves. If anything, returning here made everything worse because it reminded me that I was trapped in a life that wasn't mine, playing a role I was never meant to play.
Kieran hadn't spoken much during the drive back, his attention focused on his phone as he typed out messages to various people about things I couldn't begin to understand. Business things probably, dangerous things, the kind of dealings that reminded me exactly who I'd married.
The car rolled to a stop in front of the main entrance where Raffaele stood waiting, his expression serious in a way that made my stomach drop even before he opened his mouth. Raffaele
