Dominic
I got home earlier than usual that evening. The house was quiet, too quiet. Normally by this time, she’d be somewhere in the living room, reading, or watching those late afternoon shows she pretended not to like. But the lights were dim, and her slippers weren’t by the door.
I frowned and loosened my tie, glancing at my watch. 6:30. Not late enough for her to be gone this long. “Where’s my wife?” I asked one of the guards by the entrance.
He looked hesitant. “Sir… she’s been going out every morning lately. Since last week.”
I stilled. “Going out? Where exactly?”
He swallowed. “We’re not sure, sir. She doesn’t take the driver. She says she’ll get a cab.”
A cab. My wife. The daughter of the Montgomery family, and the woman I’d just married to solidify two empires, was taking c
