The words rang in her head like alarm bells. In all of those private talks with Conrad, he never hinted at what he was plotting. Emma should have realized that was his plan when he gave her his late wife’s ring. How could I be so stupid? She chastised herself.
“He wants you to marry me?”
“For the love of God, Emma. Drop the f*****g act!” Will yelled.
“Don’t yell at me! And there is no act. I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“Do you expect me to believe that all of those times he pulled you away, and you two had private little walks and conversations that it never came up?” Will asked. He was taunting and sarcastic, and Emma was losing what little patience she had left.
“We never even talked about me! We talked about you! And how Grace was the center of your whole f*****g life.
