Chapter 17

• POV: Eleanor Harrington
• I was stunned to discover Clara at such an upscale restaurant. The last time I'd laid eyes on her, she'd been a wreck, dressed in tattered clothing, her spirit broken. I'd heard that she'd even pawned her wedding ring for a couple of thousand pounds. I laughed. "Weren't you so full of yourself? Now you realize how tough life is now that you've left the Harrington family behind, don't you?"
• But closer examination removed my joyfulness. She was wearing very expensive, but discreet, clothes, and she was epitome of poise. And this restaurant wasn't for everyone. Was she a mistress? That's the only sensible explanation. She was childless, so no wealthy clan would marry her. The idea that she was a kept woman excited me in a nasty sort of way. "This is what happens when one crosses me. Clara Whitmore, you're getting what's coming to you!"