Rowan had a fine sense of the dramatic, which is of course why they were one of my oldest friends and the perfect one for this job.
“She doesn’t deserve this!” Rowan cried in their beautiful, melodic, andvery verycarrying voice, loud enough to reach out to all the journalists on the lawn. “She’s been nothing but faithful to him!”
“I’m sorry!” Whitleigh screeched, two high spots of color on her cheeks. “I’ll never touch him again, I swear!”
Everything was descending into a fine melodrama when my husband jerked the curtains down and smiled at Rowan with his bright piranha white teeth.
“Any friend of mywife’sis a friend of mine. I’d love to get you into a consulting position for our state government. If you would step this way, perhaps my Chief of Staff Mario could talk with you about any areas of governmental expertise you feel you have. . .causes you are passionate about. . .”
Rowan met my eyes as I gave them a tiny nod.Why not?The more money Silas lost, the better.
Time for the next part of the plan and the $5 million dollars would be all mine.
Silas’ hand was on my lower back as he guided me out the side entrance and into the official gubernatorial limo.
I slid across the slick leather seats and met his eyes. Even a big limo wasn’t big enough for this man, the suit jacket perfectly tailored to his bulky muscles and broad shoulders, big hands gripping his slacks.
“I fucked up. Give me another chance,” he said.
“Notthisagain. Your nice wife Paloma is dead,” I retorted. “Sorry, only your bitchy soon-to-be-ex-wife Paloma remains.”
He didn’t move a muscle, still staring at me with those heavy-lidded dark eyes.
Therehadbeen a point. . .sometime in the early days, that I’d wondered.
What if this was real?
It had been natural to wonder that. Only stupid lizard brain biology, because he was a stern, handsome man with an Adonis jaw, thick dark hair, and an attractive sprinkle of silver at his temples.
But that’s all it had been. Nothing more.
Silas was a cold-hearted bastard who didn’t actually want a wife, only a convenient blonde smiling casserole-making receptacle for his cock.
And everyone knew it wasn’t morally wrong to scam a bastard.
“I want the bitchy Paloma too,” he said without blinking.
Oh he was slick, all right.
“Why would I want you, cheater?”
“That’s all over,” he said. “I swear.”
Silas held up his phone and tossed it to me.
“Go through the text messages. Then delete her number.”
I tossed it back to him irritably. Why was he still on about this? He wasn’t supposed to care this much. We should have had the divorce papers signed already.
“Who said you got a chance for redemption? I don’t care if youdosee her. As long as you divorce me and give me my money, you can do whatever you like.”
“Tell me what you’re into,” he parried. “What was that club you mentioned yesterday?”
“A sex club,” I said.
His brows drew together sternly.
“Where? There’s no sex clubs in this city.”
