It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
He’d figured it out.
My eyes twitched slightly, but honestly? I wasn’t all that surprised. The way things just went down—anyone with half a brain could tell I wasn’t some clueless rookie. And knowing that Jordan was working with Reverie? Ronald may be a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Of course he figured out who I am.
What a pity. I’d planned on telling him after the divorce. Thought it’d be more satisfying that way.
I glanced at him, pried his fingers off my hand. “I never denied being Reverie. You’re the one who kept insisting I wasn’t.”
Ronald’s grip tightened. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and fierce, jaw clenched so hard I thought he might c***k a tooth.
“Why would I deny it? Maybe because ever since you
