Later that evening, after dinner, Cecilia stepped into the vast living room of Rainsworth Manor and was greeted by a wall of raw, pungent alcohol fumes.

Cecilia paused in the doorway, a tight furrow pinching the space between her brows. "What on earth happened here?"

She hurried across the room. Only then did she see Nathaniel sprawled bonelessly across the couch, his jacket half-open, his tie twisted in his fist like a tourniquet.

He kept yanking at the silk, muttering words lost in a fog of liquor.

After setting the grocery bags on a side table, she leaned in and spoke his name as gently as she could. "Nathaniel."

He slept fitfully, head lolling against the cushions, too drunk to register the voice that had guided him home for years.

The reek of whiskey hit her hard. Cecilia grimaced and turned toward the hallway, ready to call for Theresa and have a pot of sobering soup started.

Before she could move, Nathaniel's fingers shot out and closed around her wrist, startlingly strong despite the stupor.

"Ceci... Ceci..." Her name spilled from him again and again, each syllable sticky with slurred devotion.

She felt the vowels of her own name melt in his mouth, turned to honey by need.

"I'm right here," she murmured, shifting closer so he could feel her presence rather than merely hear it.

his voice scraped into a question. "Do

blinked, completely thrown. Did he seriously just ask that? That's the sort of insecurity teenagers wrestle with during first dates. We've been married for

"Now sit up and take


knitted even tighter. "You don't love me... You're disgusted

If his employees saw

her phone, thumbed the camera into record mode, and pointed the lens

for me.

said you don't love me...

eerily precise, the tragic clarity

recording was rolling, Cecilia patted his shoulder. "All

"You do."

eyelids open, but they remained stubbornly shut, as though weighed

"Ceci, I feel awful."

you. Who asked you to guzzle halt the bar in

.n

Be good. I'll have someone


exit never happened. Nathaniel's fingers closed like a cuff around her wrist

landed square against his chest, breath knocked from her lungs, the scent of whiskey

his arm,

go now." The plea

grip only tightened, a

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