**Nora's POV**
I slammed the bedroom door behind me and collapsed against it, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. My whole body was shaking, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. The walls of our beautiful bedroom – the room where Collins and I had shared so many intimate moments, where we'd whispered our dreams and fears to each other in the dark – now felt like they were closing in on me.
"My father was murdered."
The words kept echoing in my mind, each repetition like a fresh wound. Not just murdered, but murdered by my husband's father. And Collins knew. He'd known all along.
I pressed my hands to my chest, trying to ease the physical pain that seemed to be radiating from my heart. How could this be real? How could the man I'd fallen in love with, the man I'd married
