"I don't know what you're implying, Abrill. Sean was my husband for years. Whatever game he’s playing now, whatever money he's stumbled into—""Stumbled?" Abrill interrupted, a cold, mocking laugh escaping her lips. "Do you really still believe this was luck? Look at me, Rosalind. Stop playing the part of the jilted socialite. You’ve known the truth since the night the police took Chloe away."Rosalind’s breath hitched. She opened her mouth to protest, but the words died in her throat."I saw your face at the station," Abrill continued, leaning forward until they were mere inches apart. "I saw the way you looked at those reports when they told you that car, that stolen Koenigsegg, wasn't just his.”“It was registered to a trust that makes your family’s entire net worth look like pocket change. You realized then, didn't you? That the man you treated like a servant, the man you let your assistant harass, and your mother belittle, wasn't just an 'ordinary man.'"Rosalind looked away, he