Days blurred after Richard's arrest. Chloe tried to focus on her cosmetics launch, on Zoe's laughter, on her mother's recovery but the upcoming court date pressed against her chest like a stone. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Richard's face, flushed and furious, his hands locked around Angela's throat.

Valerius had noticed her restless pacing. One evening, he poured her a glass of wine and said in that deep, velvet voice, "Tell me what you want."

She didn't hesitate. "I want him ...