Sabrina
Patience had never been my strongest virtue.
But over the last three weeks, I had forced myself to become a master of it.
I hadn’t called.
I hadn’t texted.
I hadn’t shown up unannounced at the sprawling, sickeningly gorgeous Wyatt estate with righteous fury burning in my chest and accusations loaded on my tongue.
Because I had learned a very harsh, very bitter lesson during my last visit.
Reed Wyatt was currently bulletproof.
Whatever game he was playing with Wendy, it was working flawlessly. She trusted him now—implicitly, instinctively, blindly. If I stormed into that mansion again and tried to paint him as the villain, the steel gates would close on me forever.
And I couldn’t afford that.
Not yet.
So I pivoted.
I couldn’t be the aggressive truth-teller trying to resc
