Fawn’s POV
Richard's knuckles whitened around his glass. "That's ridiculous. Fawn wasn't afraid of me. We had a normal marriage until—"
"Until you moved your mistress into your marital bed and your wife out?" I finished. "Hardly what I'd call normal."
His eyes darkened. "You seem to know a lot about our private affairs."
I leaned forward, dropping my voice. "Fawn told me everything. She needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen. Someone who would know the truth if anything happened to her."
Richard's face remained impassive, but I could see the calculation behind his eyes, the mental inventory of what Fawn might have revealed.
"Her death was a tragic accident," he said, each word carefully measured.
"Was it?" I smiled, enjoying his discomfort.
"What exactly are you implyi
