He had recognized the handwriting instantly. That looping, sharp cursive he had once studied in secret, in the margins of his mother's old diaries and that alone had compelled him to open and read the contents. Though the message was clearly addressed to Raellyn, he couldn't stop himself from tearing it open and reading it in full. At that point, Arnav could hardly believe how reckless Raellyn had been.
He realized he might have been too lenient with his wife. Unlike with Clarissa, his treatment of Raellyn had been far more relaxed. He had granted her a great deal of freedom. Stipulated in their prenuptial agreement, no less simply because he had promised not to go back on his word. But it seemed Raellyn had taken advantage of that loophole to act entirely on her own, without any regard f
