The large executive office fell dead silent. Clara stood near the open doorway, her thin hand trembling violently as she gripped her wooden walking stick. Her green eyes bulged with pure disbelief, staring straight at the wide mahogany desk.

Evelyn was still sitting comfortably on Julian's lap, one soft arm wrapped gently around his neck. Julian’s large, powerful hands rested securely on Evelyn's waist, holding her close to his chest with total possessiveness.

"Thomas?" Clara gasped out, her voice high, thin, and shaking with sudden rage. "What... what is the meaning of this?"

Julian did not panic, nor did he pull his hands away from his wife. His handsome face...