CHAPTER FIFTY
KIERAN
The drive back to the estate felt endless. Melinda sat beside me crying quietly, her cleaning uniform still on, her damaged hands clutched in her lap. I'd never felt this combination of emotions before, rage and heartbreak and betrayal all tangled together until I couldn't separate them.
My wife had been working as a cleaner. For a month. In a*****e I owned.
The reality kept hitting me in waves. Every spa appointment had been a lie. Every shopping trip had been hours spent scrubbing toilets and mopping floors. Every time I'd asked where she'd been, she'd looked me in the eye and lied.
"Say something," Melinda whispered. "Please just say something."
"I don't know what to say." I stared out the window, watching the city pass by. "I keep trying to understand why you
