Harley’s P.O.V.

My heart gave a heavy drop in my chest, like it missed a step. Still, I forced a laugh and shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I know I am Carlos’s second wife. He had a fated mate before, so it’s quite natural if he had kept something from his past relationship.”

But to my dismay, Arnold suddenly sat up, waving his greasy fingers in the air.

“No! It’s not about Irene. She had only shown up a year ago.”

He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of spilling secrets.

“This is someone else. From way back. We saw a black wooden box he cherished during his...