“What?”
“She said, ‘If I don’t wake up, tell Amelia everything.’”
Cold spread through me.
“Everything about what?”
Noah reached inside his jacket.
His fingers were shaking.
“It is time you understood why I really married your sister.”
I grabbed the railing.
“Do not say that.”
“Amelia—”
“Do not destroy four years of watching her smile because of you.”
“You think I want this conversation while my wife is fighting for her life?”
“Then why are we having it?”
“Because Gracie asked me to.”
Every cruel suspicion I had buried returned at once.
He married her for money.
He married her to remain close to me.
He made some arrangement with my parents.
Noah removed a folded document.
“It is worse than you think.”
He held it toward me.
“You should sit down.”
The Contract
I took the document.
The first thing I noticed was the letterhead.
Whitmore & Cole Legal Group
