The Wife Who Came Back To Kill

car, his smile perfectly

ul news, Evie!

hand, his touch ma

melted at his feigned

quick calculation. A baby would be goo

formance, and I was i

he said, already reaching for his phone,

rt, who always looked down on

voice surprisin

s eyebrow raisin

I want to wait until the first tri

xcuse, one he couldn'

oothed it away. "Of course, darl

nce. He wanted the p

e, Mrs. Davis, the head

man, had been with Har

ed, her eyes knowing. She'

llowing a small, tired smile. "But

make calls, to spin his narrative

Mrs. Davenport, Madam? She does like

the news to contr

is," I said coolly. "I'l

nodded, accept

ng, I feigned pr

his study, "I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed

efore his concerned husband mask slippe

continued, my voice soft, "All your work,

here Chloe, Mrs. Davis's niece and my very

tious, easily impress

n a minor player, easily ove

ersonal support? She' s very capable, and eager to please. She could manage your s

gaze to Chloe. A predato

you, Evie," he said, his voice

he couldn't decipher. "I just

s being a naive

ding him the first threa

e, and the players wer