Chapter 2
A chill swept through my bones that had nothing to do with the freezing rain.
He had spotted the resemblance instantly, just as I always feared any sharp observer would.
“They are mine, Marcus,” I said coldly, holding my ground on the damp sidewalk.
“They belong to me, and you have no place in their lives.”
Marcus looked up from the boys, his dark gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that almost knocked me over.
“I spent five years tearing this country apart looking for you,” he said, taking another agonizingly slow step.
“I thought you were dead, Evelyn.”
“I thought someone in my inner circle took you to break me.”
I let out a harsh, humorless laugh that sounded strange even to my own ears.
“Nobody took me, Marcus.”
“I walked out of your estate on my own two feet after I opened your study door.”
Marcus’s entire face paled, the color draining from his sharp features in a single instant.
“My study door?” he repeated, his voice barely audible over the hum of traffic on the nearby highway.
“You mean… the night you disappeared?”
“I saw Chloe, Marcus,” I spat, the bitter name burning my tongue after all these years.
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“I saw her silver necklace, I saw your hands on her waist, and I walked away.”
Marcus stood frozen in the rain, his eyes widening in complete, unadulterated horror.
