But Monica had never cared about any of this.
She threw herself fully into the role of his wife—cooking his meals and raising their children without complaint.
She'd touched his heart more than once over the years.
Even so, he could never move past Keith's death. He'd always blamed Monica alone, convinced she was the one responsible.
His mind grew foggy, and Robert swore he saw Monica walking straight toward him.
He rushed forward and pulled her into a tight embrace, his voice shaking. "Monica, is it really you? I knew you weren't dead."
Robert breathed in deeply, clinging to her presence—only to notice the soft sandalwood scent she always wore was gone. In its place lingered a harsh, overpowering rose fragrance.
He jolted back to his senses. When he looked down, the woman in his ar
