“Come with me, Cassandra. Now.”
Adrian yanked Cassandra’s hand roughly, pulling her toward his sleek black sports car. His face was rigid, his jaw clenched, eyes blazing with restrained fury. Cassandra feigned unease, but deep inside, a secret smile was ready to bloom.
“Adrian… where are we going?” she asked with a trembling voice, pretending not to know.
“To Rosemary’s boutique,” Adrian replied coldly, starting the engine. “I want to hear directly from her why she dared accuse you of such things.”
Cassandra lowered her gaze, hiding the glint of satisfaction in her eyes. Perfect. The sooner Adrian lashed out at Rosemary, the farther he would drift from her.
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At Rosemary’s small boutique, the morning hum buzzed steadily. Seamstresses sat at their tables, the soft clatter of sewing
