Finally, Marylyn’s eyes rested on Vincent. Her gaze was sharp enough to wound, her expression smeared with a mixture of pain and fury. For a long moment, she simply stood composed, studying him as though trying to read the soul behind his calm façade.

Then her lips curled into a bitter smile. “Hi, babe,” she mocked, her voice dripping with venom. “How nice of you to let me walk in on you professing your undying love to your ex—who happens to be your father’s little slut!”

Breh! I had long ago accepted that they would never accept me for Aldrich. So whatever they called me was just sweet, as long...