“All right,” I whispered.
“I’m coming to the hotel.”
“No.”
“Elena—”
“No,” I repeated. “Not yet. This is my marriage.”
“And if he has deceived you?”
“Then I need to hear him say it before my brothers decide what it means.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
When Marcus replied, some of the coldness had left his voice.
“Call me in twenty minutes.”
“I will.”
He ended the call.
I looked toward the elevator bank.
The private floors required a key card. Bianca knew that. She stepped into my path before I could move.
“You can’t go up there.”
Daniel was still speaking urgently into his phone.
I slipped my phone into my purse.
“Move, Bianca.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
The claim was so astonishing that I almost laughed.
“By telling a six-year-old that her father has another family?”
Her gaze darted toward Mila.
For the first time, shame appeared.
