Chapter 2 - Roman Already Knows Trevor’s Name
Trevor’s face changed before he even turned around.
The hand around his wrist belonged to a man in a black bespoke suit,
white shirt, no tie, and an expression so calm it made the entire
boutique feel dangerous.
Roman Vale.
My husband.
Trevor tried to yank free.
Roman did not tighten his grip.
He did not need to.
“I said,” Roman repeated quietly, “do not touch her.”
Arthur appeared beside me. Elias moved toward the boutique entrance—not
blocking it, simply watching it.
Roman released Trevor.
Trevor stumbled backward, clutching his wrist.
“Who the hell are you?”
Roman looked at me first.
“Are you hurt?”
“My calf. My knee.”
His eyes dropped toward the red mark beginning beneath my jeans.
Something cold moved through his face.
Then he looked at Trevor.
“Trevor Hale.”
Trevor froze.
So did I.
I had never told Roman Trevor’s last name.
Roman knew there had been someone before him and that the relationship
ended badly, but I had refused to give the man a name.
“How do you know who I am?” Trevor demanded.
Roman’s gaze stayed flat.
“Because your name appeared in a file on my desk this morning.”
Chloe’s fingers slipped from Trevor’s sleeve.
“What file?”
Roman ignored her.
I did not.
“What file, Roman?”
For the first time since he entered, I saw hesitation.
“Sadi, we need to talk somewhere private.”
Trevor laughed nervously. “She’s probably been telling you lies about me
for years.”
Roman looked at him.
“My wife never told me your name.”
The word wife landed harder than a punch.
Trevor stared at Roman’s platinum band, then mine.
“Your… wife?”
“Yes,” Roman said.
May you like
And Trevor finally understood that the woman he had just called a
vagrant had not been standing alone.
