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"Good night, Mom and Dad. Love you!" Eloise blew kisses through the video call before heading to bed, clutching her teddy

bear.

Alistair ended the call and stretched. "Honey, to save time, how about we shower together?"

He always laid his cards on the table. With a wife as brilliant as Caroline, trying to be sneaky would only end in embarrassment --she saw through everything.

If she wasn't interested, he'd never push it. The only reason he succeeded as often as he did was because Caroline indulged him.

Caroline opened her arms. Alistair scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom.

The tub was already filled, and he'd scattered rose petals across the water. Steam rose lazily, carrying the delicate scent of flowers through the air.

Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes heavy-lidded. "I'm sleepy."

He kissed her gently. “We'll make it an early night."

They'd been up late yesterday, and Caroline had worked all day before dealing with Giselle this evening. Of course, she was

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exhausted.

After bathing her, Alistair wrapped her in a towel and carried her to bed. She rolled over and curled up in his lap, eyes closed, luxuriating in his careful attention.

He took his time drying her hair.

Even after he finished, she didn't move.

Looking down at her peaceful face, her breathing deep and even, Alistair smiled. She really was worn out.

On quiet nights like this, with the scent of roses drifting through the cozy room and his wife beside him, he knew he'd never tire

of these moments.

He carefully lifted Caroline and settled her head on the pillow, tucking her in. As he reached to turn off the lamp, she kicked off the covers, revealing her feet. Then she rolled over, wrapped her arms around his waist, and continued sleeping with her face pressed against his shoulder.

glare haunted him. He knew someone was

expression shifted from

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said one had to suffer before finding

suffering. He'd earned

take it from

His premonition proved right.

later, while driving to pick up Eloise from school, the radio kept repeating news of a traffic

vehicle were critically injured and rushed to emergency care, Witnesses identify the victims as local entrepreneur Mr. Whitfield and his wife. Mr. Whitfield's

expression darkened. It had to

recently for conclusions,

accident or murder, the

concern him.

feeling that this was more complicated than

outsiders, he was the one who hated the

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wanted them destroyed.

wasn't public knowledge. The Whitfields,

wrong, had

could always uncover buried

the bad blood between him and the

himself at the

felt like invisible hands were

him under.

emerged about Nathaniel

had a history

wife remained critical. If they died, it would seem like nothing more than

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hospital, doctors and

grieving families in the corridors-the tears, the anxiety, the shocked- faces. Behind their masks, their expressions remained neutral as they

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closed operating room doors. Only 24, she looked like she'd aged decades. Everything

echoed down the corridor,

skidded to a stop, doubled over, and

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