Evelyn’s steps halted in front of the glass meeting room as her eyes caught the figure of Julian inside. He stood with his back to the door, speaking to a young woman in a soft pastel pink dress. His expression was serious, and the woman’s hand occasionally touched his arm—almost as if trying to convince him of something.

Evelyn’s heartbeat suddenly faltered. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but her body wouldn’t move.

The woman’s face was familiar. Long wavy hair, a gentle voice… Evelyn remembered. She was Livia’s younger sister—the same Livia who once cracked the first fracture in their marriage.

Evelyn bit her lower lip. She wanted to walk...