William's car rolled up the driveway of Oliver’s villa, the tires crunching over gravel. He had come unannounced, wanting to see Emma— to check on her after the strange way she had left Margaret’s luncheon. After all, Emma looked paler than ever and she left without a word. Her eyes even looked swollen when she rushed out of Rodriguez Estate.
But as he stepped inside, the first thing he heard was laughter— high-pitched, feminine, and unmistakably Shelby’s.
His grip tightened on his cane.
"Oliver!" His voice cracked through the house like a gunshot.
The laughter died instantly. William strode toward the sound, his cane striking the floor with each step. He pushed open the conservatory doors to find Oliver reclining on a chaise lounge, Shelby draped over him like a second skin, her
