Olivia looked smaller than Claire remembered, her usually perfect hair pulled back in a messy knot, dark circles under her eyes like she had not slept properly in weeks.
“I should not be here,” Olivia said the moment the elevator doors opened, glancing nervously over her shoulder like she expected to be followed. “But I saw the article tonight, and I cannot let you take the blame for something I started.”
Claire pulled her sister into the penthouse, Nathaniel close behind, his expression unreadable.
“Started how,” Claire asked.
Olivia sank onto the couch, twisting her hands in her lap. “Three weeks before the wedding, a woman came to see me. Beautiful, expensive, very convincing. She told me the Cole marriage deal would ruin my life. That Nathaniel was cold and controlling and I would
