He mistook Sandra's half-finished gesture as intimacy—but between his own brother and her? That crossed every line.
Then again, wasn't this exactly like that damning photo he'd received?
The implication had never occurred to him before.
But how could his brother stoop this low?
Knowing he'd misunderstood, Sandra leaned into the act, her whisper brushing his ear: "What? You think he's above this?"
A man who'd raised an orphan as some status symbol, playing the doting guardian while hiding his true nature—how did such a hypocrite command respect?
Disgusting.
Jackie stared down at her, silent.
Her phone buzzed insistently—Welby's name flashing like a warning siren.
This cheating little—! He'd nearly fallen for her act!
His brother would never—hadn't Jackie himself been pushed aside
