One to my lawyer.
One to the bank.
And one connected to Daniel’s greatest mistake….
Part 2
By six the next morning, I was already cooking.
The entire house smelled like roasted duck, garlic butter, honey-glazed carrots, fresh bread, cinnamon apples, and expensive coffee—the exact brand Daniel preferred. Silver utensils gleamed across the twelve-seat dining table while crystal glasses reflected the pale morning sunlight.
Evelyn came downstairs first, wrapped in pearls and superiority.
Her eyes widened before her mouth curled with satisfaction.
“Well,” she said smoothly. “Pain really can teach valuable lessons.”
I set a porcelain bowl onto the table. “Good morning, Evelyn.”
She blinked when I used her name instead of calling her Mother.
Ten minutes later, Daniel appeared wearing a navy robe, damp hair, and the smug expression of a man convinced he owned the world. He paused in the doorway, staring at the feast like a king returning to tribute.
