Chapter 78

• Bellamie gazed intently at the portrait hanging in their living room. Ever since she’d moved in here, any chance she’d had to study the image—her husband standing proud and handsome—she’d taken alone. Especially after everything Gala had revealed. It had sounded impossible, yet he’d allowed Dice to reconstruct his father’s life across the Metro.
• Bellamie’s heart had leapt in shock. But nothing could have prepared her for Gala’s quiet confession: “What Gideon said about Xavier’s killer was true. Father died at the hands of Alexander Millian—though his body was never recovered.”
• When those words hit her, Bellamie’s grief erupted anew. How had fate twisted so cruelly? She’d wept to sleep, memories of Xavier replaying in her mind, until her eyes swelled shut and refused to clear by morning.