She couldn't think of someone else that she could have offended. Of course, she could be lying, but Maxwell doubted it. His idiot of a sister wanted to get out of detention as fast as she could, even though he knew the main reason for that.
She would love to get out as soon as possible just so she could get her hands on some more wh**e po**er as soon as possible. Maxwell wondered who her de**er had been, though he knew that was the least of his business. If she wanted to pump her system full of junk, how was it his business to worry about it?
Since her equally stupid man had not been wise enough to detect that she was using that heavily even as they make babies together, why then should he feel any guilt right now? Maxwell thought. No, all he felt toward her was nothing but a duty. Duty to the Rohan family is nothing but that.
He might have felt something akin to brotherly love once. A long time ago, but not anymore. He assured himself. No, Fiona had killed off any familial feeling he might have had towards the two a long time ago, coupled with the bitchy attitude of her daughter. The girl had sent him packing from the funeral, which he remembered just as the mother had done many years ago. The funeral he had paid for. Discreetly, of course.
The test was not back yet, but Maxwell knew that it would come back positive. The agents who had dealt with people like his sister and worse for years knew too, but for legality sake, of course, they would wait for the test. Formalities had to be followed anyway.
His dear, dear sister was going nowhere for a long, long time.
All he could do was think of ways to get her out of the only allegation that seemed to be false against her. And he had to do it fast as well.
Maxwell drained his brandy and thought of going to the bar to get more, but sat back again as a new thought popped into his mind.
So she had no enemies, she believed.
He was not a woman, and he couldn't pretend to know what that species thought. In fact, if let him, he was willing to chalk it up to terming them an enigma, but he wondered what he would have done if he happened to be a woman, and he found out that he had a partner who had been cheating on him for years, and not just cheating but having children from the affair.
Three children, for God's sake.
Maxwell knew that most who knew him would call him hard-hearted, but even he drew the line when it came to some things.
He hated philanderers, and he was no fan of two-timers either.
He picked up his phone and scrolled to the number he had saved earlier in the day.
Thomas is fucking Lanoth. The bastard.
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"Hey, babe. What are you doing?" Thomas asked breezily as he joined Reyona in bed.
Reyona, who had been going through some information that her assistant sent her about a client, looked up at him. She knew she should have gone to her home office to properly check it out on her system, but it had been a stressful day at the office that day, and all she wanted to do was have a good night's sleep. Right after she checked the information,.
Her dear husband seemed to have another idea in mind, though, as she knew that look in his eyes. His fake smile was firmly in place; he couldn't disguise the look in his eyes that she had come to know so well, though.
The "I need to confirm something now" look
"You know, I'm just going through some stuff that Charlotte sent me."
"Your secretary?"
She nodded. "You want something?" she asked coolly.
"No, not all," he said, changing his posture and flopped on his back, facing the ceiling "You have been acting sort of distant, Rey. Are you still angry about the other day? I did say I was sorry, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did say that," Asshole said. "And I am not angry again, no, not about that," she said. And I meant it.
"Oh," he said weakly. She knew his mind had moved on to what he wanted to say to her anyway.
Since she came to her decision, she has felt more at peace with herself. She didn't have to torture herself anymore by forcing herself to see his face every day while pretending to be a good wife.
No, he lost that right a long time ago when he decided to make a mockery of their vows. She would kick him out of her life. She wished him and his new family the worst.
No, she had nothing against him, but she was not so magnanimous that she would send him off with a heartfelt smile. And send him off she would, at the exact right time. Not before. Not after. She would have some kind of closure after all.
She had thought fleetingly of taking a vacation. Just for herself. To be with herself and find the Reyona she had been before she started planning everything about her life around him. Her dear husband. She couldn't think of the last time she had made any decision without thinking of what he would think or if it would be good for him or not. No more.
It would be Reyona first from now on. She had received a surprising call from her dad that afternoon. She had never been close to her parents, as they separated when she was still a child, leaving her with her grandmother while they both searched for their happiness.
Reyona had resented them for a long time and turned to her grandmother for care and attention.
"Don't blame those two, my darling. They do not hate you. How can someone afford to? You are the best thing that came out of both of them. The adult business is just more complicated than you could understand now. And those two did not do a good job of handling it," Grams would say to her whenever she refused to answer a call from either of her parents.
Reyona wondered what Grams would say about how she was handling her own adult business now. She wondered if she would approve.