He flinched visibly.
“She told me Daniel knew,” he said desperately. “She said they had an arrangement. She said he couldn’t… she said they needed help.”
“And you believed her?”
“I wanted to.” His voice cracked painfully. “She told me she loved me.”
For one brief second, I almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
“Did Daniel know?” I asked.
Alistair looked toward the ballroom where Daniel accepted congratulations like royalty.
“No.”
There it was.
Not destiny. Not an agreement. Just another betrayal built entirely on vanity.
I opened my clutch purse and handed Alistair a folded document.
