“He didn’t betray me because he fell for Amelia.”
The words sounded worse once I said them aloud.
Victoria remained beside me, her eyes fixed on the documents spread across my desk.
“No,” she said carefully. “It doesn’t look like he did.”
I stared at Daniel’s name.
Six months before our wedding.
Six months before I had caught him with Amelia.
He had been meeting with my father while coming home to me every night. He had kissed me, slept beside me and talked about our future while secretly discussing succession, voting rights and my shares.
I felt sick.
“What did marrying me give them?”
Victoria pulled another document towards her.
“That is what we need to work out.”
I scanned the page, but the legal language was beginning to blur.
“If Daniel married me, could he have gained co
