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Our families have been close for decades, and no matter which way I look at it, I can’t figure out why her father would betray us like this.
“Your father and my mother have been having an affair. Dad found out last year right before they started talking about merging the companies. He saw it as a way to get revenge.”
“Why would you go along with it?”
Lips flattening into a stubborn line, she dips her head.
“What happens if you don’t get those shares, Monica?” My tone is harsh, demanding, and the question echoes through the room.
“Nothing,” she mutters.
“Bullshit.” I fist my hands, studying every angle of her face. “You’re a damn good actress, but I’ve become an expert at detecting when you spew lies. Tell me the goddamn truth.”
She blinks, and a tear glides down her cheek. “Remember when I went to Paris for a couple of years after high school?”
“What does that have to do with this?”
“I never told you, but Kaden and I were together for a while.”
“It was more than a while.” I lean forward, catching her gaze. “I already know you were fucking him before we got married.”
Her lips part in surprise. “Did he tell you?”
“You kissed him in the parking garage the day Lydia died. The police thought it was me.” I wave a hand in her direction. “Let’s get back to Paris.”
“My parents sent me there because I was pregnant.”
I rub a hand down my face. “Does Kade know?”
She shakes her head. “I gave the baby up for adoption. But he believes I miscarried.” She pauses long enough to swallow hard. “He was devastated. Kaden wanted the baby. He wanted me.”
“And you wanted him.”
She nods. “I still do.”
The admission that she’s still in love with my brother should hurt more, but it doesn’t. My head is spinning too much, struggling to process the fountain of information Monica just dumped on me.
Finally, after all of these months, I’ve got the truth, but it’s so twisted I can hardly believe it.
“You were scared Kaden would find out.”
“Dad threatened to tell him everything.”
“He has a right to know.”
“If he finds out…he’ll never forgive me, Cash.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I couldn’t risk it.”
“So you go to these lengths instead? Are you listening to yourself?”
“I was desperate!” She grunts, fighting the straps that hold her down. “Tell them to let me go. I can’t take this anymore.”
“You took a bottle of pills and washed it down with a fifth. You’re not getting out of those restraints until they decide you’re not a threat to yourself.” I won’t even bring up the fact that she’s been arrested with one ankle cuffed to the railing of the bed.
A sob bleeds off her lips, and she veers her head, allowing the mess of her dark curls to obscure her face. Even restrained to a bed, she manages to hide from me. “I can’t tell him about the baby.”
