Page 169 of The Bad Husband

His eyes move over my face as I broaden my smile.

“I thought I’d finish what you started.”

“You’re my kind of woman. The perfect villain. Although, I wouldn’t want a life of crime for you.”

“You might change your mind after you see this.”

I reach for the nightstand and pick up my phone. After scrolling for a few seconds, I show him the picture of that man.

“I thought you might want to see this. He was in court with Henrietta that day.”

His eyes tilt down as he checks the picture, and his expression suddenly changes; his good mood is gone.

“Do you know this man?” I ask.

A muscle throbs in his jaw.

He slides my phone onto the nightstand next to him and falls back into the pillow, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Who’s that?” I murmur.

“That’s my brother.”

A few long moments of silence pass before he hands me my phone, and he slides a folded arm over his face as he relaxes in the pillow, hiding his expression.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I murmur.

“He’s a ghost. A memory of the past.”

“So, you’re not in good terms, I gather.”

“I haven’t seen him since before I met Henrietta.”

“Somehow, the two of them have found each other,” I comment.

He breathes a sarcastic chuckle.

“Yeah. Isn’t that funny?”

“Do you think she knew the history of your family?”

“Any gold digger worth their salt will do their due diligence. They're canvassing their territory, the way burglars do it before breaking into a house.”

“Wow. She is something, isn’t she?”

He says nothing.

“In this case, I think he found her. Stealing money from me must’ve been his idea.”

“Why would he do that?”

He looks at me, weighing his answer.

“Because we never saw eye to eye. He also accidentally killed our father.”

“Uh… Shouldn’t he be in prison for that?”

“He was charged with involuntary manslaughter, but the circumstances were a little fuzzy, and there were no witnesses, although it happened in our house, so he walked free.”