Mary Ann’s POV
“Has Modric told you they were together?”
Kylian’s question removed the last protection doubt had given me.
Until that moment, I could still pretend I had misunderstood. Perhaps Velvera had only been Modric’s childhood companion. Perhaps the wedding guests had exaggerated. Perhaps the perfume, scratches, secret calls, and late-night promises belonged to different explanations.
But Kylian had not asked whether I suspected they were together.
He asked whether Modric had told me.
The truth was already known to him.
I stared at Kylian across the desk.
He seemed to realize what his question had revealed. His face tightened, and regret entered his eyes.
“You knew,” I whispered.
“Mary Ann—”
“You knew they were lovers.”
He looked toward the closed office door.
The guard
