Her words pierced my heart, a reminder of the title I still held—Mrs. Hawthorne.
The truth was undeniable.
This land, nestled in the heart of Swan City, was priceless, just a stone's throw from President Hawthorne's Skyreach Group headquarters.
Dominic Hawthorne's investment in her signified Leona's importance to him.
I sneered at Leona, "My husband is truly fortunate—both sisters at his beck and call. Especially you, dear sister, reveling in your role as his mistress."
"You!" Leona snapped, but quickly regained her composure. "Don't get too smug. You, with a criminal record—how does the Hawthorne family even tolerate you?"
"Tolerate me? My husband has hidden my imprisonment from them. Keaton Hawthorne believes I went abroad for studies."
Leona's face turned pale.
She hadn't known.
