Clara
Sebastian found me in the study two days after Ethan's confession in the garden, a stack of papers in his hand that I recognized, with a start, as a printed copy of the same settlement documents I'd shown Ethan.
"Ethan gave these to me," Sebastian said, settling into the chair across from me. "He said you deserved to have someone else in your corner who understood the full truth, not just fragments of it. I read through everything, Clara."
I braced myself, uncertain how he'd react to finally understanding the complete shape of what had happened before he'd ever entered my life. "I should have told you the full details a long time ago. You deserved to know exactly what you were marrying into, not just the broad strokes."
"I knew enough of the broad strokes to understand you'd sacr
