Simone sat silently in the back of the taxi, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her mind spun wildly with disbelief and dread.
She couldn't unsee what she had just witnessed.
Danelle—alive.
Not just alive, but glowing. Confident. Stunningly beautiful. And worst of all… she had children. Three of them. And judging by their ages, they were about the same age as David. Maybe even older by a few months.
Simone clenched her fists.
How was this possible?
She had paid someone to make sure Danelle never showed her face again. She had poured her fear and jealousy into that act, making certain the past was buried permanently. But now, Danelle had walked back into her life like a ghost rising from the grave.
Only this ghost looked more alive than ever.
The taxi slowed in front of the Ford mansion. Simone paid the driver in silence, then stepped out, heels clicking against the pavement as she stormed toward the house.
