Tayne Marsh's face darkened, and he immediately followed them inside.
The familiar room had been stripped bare. The sofa he and Gwen Grayson had sat on, the bed they'd slept in—all gone. Only a few odds and ends remained scattered on the floor.
Rage burned in his chest. He grabbed one of the movers by the collar and demanded, "Who gave you permission to be here?"
After years at the top of the business world, Tayne Marsh carried an undeniable authority.
The worker froze, stammering in confusion, "It—it was the homeowner who hired us. Said she wanted to sell the place."
A smile curled at the corner of Tayne Marsh's mouth.
It was a faint smile, but it dripped with mockery and bitterness.
Gwen Grayson. I never expected you to be the cruelest one of all.
He asked no more questions. He r
