“Lovie,” I breathed as the tip of my chin tightened. She turned my cheek and traced it.
“One would think having a husband as powerful as Atlas Volkan meant immunity” She released me, grinning ear to ear. “Poor you, maybe he got tired of you, right?”
My heart raced at her words, as a child I adored Lovie. As a teenager, I feared and tiptoed around her, desperate to please.
A small smile crept unto my lips. “I’m here because I killed a man, Lovie.”
Her smile slipped off her face and she tilted her head. “Atlas made you take the fall for murder?” she taunted and my grin grew wider. “I knew he didn’t care about you, but this…” she tutted. “Is just… sad.”
I stepped forward and she poked me. “Just between the two of us, did he confess his disgust, or… are you still hanging on to your unre
