Victoria stood alone in the living room of the new villa Declan had bought for them. “Hello?” she called, pressing the phone tighter against her ear. The line had already gone dead. A flash of irritation crossed her face. How dare Declan cut the call on her? She flung the phone onto the couch and let out a frustrated groan. This was supposed to be her chance. But Elysia still being alive was ruining everything. Not just Elysia. That old hag too. Declan's mother. Ever since the incident at the hospital—ever since Declan had broken the news of her pregnancy to his mother—everything had gone sour. Instead of accepting her into the Windsor family the way she'd expected, Eleanor had even completely shut her out. And Declan... Declan hadn't come home in two weeks. That was what was

