HE LIFTED THE BLANKET EXPECTING TO FIND PROOF HIS PREGNANT WIFE HAD BETRAYED HIM

beneath the glow of the chandelier, one hand resting protectively over her stomach.

And there, near the private elevator, stood Margaret Bennett wearing a charcoal wool coat, pearls around her neck, every silver strand of hair perfectly in place.

Richard stood beside her.

A folder rested against his chest like scripture in the hands of a priest.

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