Chapter 4

It was dead silence.

Richard's eyes bulged in disbelief.

William's mouth hung open, floored.

Even Helen, faking her last breaths on the bed, forgot to breathe for a moment.

Edward? The most mysterious, ruthless venture capitalist in Trestoville?

Was he the guy everyone said could bankrupt a public company with a snap of his fingers?

They couldn't believe Edward was my husband.

He wore an apron every day to cook for me, dropped our daughter off and picked her up from school, and I always grumbled that he didn't make enough and drove nothing but a Volkswagen.

I turned to…