PART 2
Emma read the message three times before the driver cleared his throat.
“Ma’am?”
She swallowed, her fingers tightening around the phone. “Private terminal. Gate 4.”
The driver’s eyes flicked to the mirror, but he asked no questions.
Behind them, the Manhattan Grand glittered like nothing had happened. Somewhere inside, Andrew was probably laughing again, accepting handshakes, pretending his pregnant wife had simply stepped away to powder her nose.
Let him.
At the private terminal, a woman in a navy suit waited beneath the awning with Emma’s name on a tablet.
“Mrs. Weston,” she said softly. “This way.”
Emma stopped. “Who arranged this?”
The woman hesitated just long enough to make Emma’s heart beat harder. “Your father-in-law.”
The name struck like cold water.
Charles Weston had not spoken to Emma in eight months.
Andrew’s father was colder than Andrew, richer than Andrew, and far more dangerous. He built empires the way other men signed checks, silently and without apology.
Emma almost turned back.
Then her baby shifted beneath her palm.
She followed.
Inside the jet, a cashmere blanket lay folded over a cream leather seat. Beside it sat a sealed black envelope.
Her name was written across it in Charles Weston’s sharp handwriting.
Emma opened it with trembling hands.
Emma,
By the time you read this, my son will have made a public fool of himself.
I warned him once that if he dishonored his wife, he would lose more than his marriage.
He laughed.
So now he loses everything.
The jet is yours.
The account listed inside is yours.
The house in Maine is yours.
Most importantly, I have enclosed proof of what Andrew has been hiding from you.
Do not answer his calls.
Do not trust Lila Summers.
And do not come back to New York until I tell you.
Emma’s breath caught.
Beneath the letter was a photograph.
Andrew stood outside a clinic, one hand gripping Lila’s wrist. Lila was crying.
On the back, someone had written one sentence:
She was never his mistress.
Before Emma could understand it, her phone rang.
Andrew.
Then another call came through.
Unknown number.
She answered the second one.
A woman whispered, “Emma, listen carefully. Your husband didn’t betray you tonight. He was forced to.”
Then the line went dead.
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