Meanwhile, inside the Bennett mansion, Rosiline sat on the edge of her armchair, her perfectly manicured nails tapping restlessly against the armrest.
No matter how many times she tried to calm herself, her heart refused to settle.
Ever since the news broke that Collin's sentence had been reduced and he was now a free man, a gnawing dread had taken root in her chest.
So many years had passed since that incident—years she spent carefully burying the past under layers of wealth, reputation, and control—and yet, even hearing his name was enough to send a shiver crawling down her spine.
"He shouldn't have gotten out…" she muttered under her breath, pressing a trembling hand against her temple. "Not after what he did."
The thought of his face—of those eyes that once glared at her with venomous hatred—made her stomach twist.
She'd thought he would rot in prison forever. That she'd finally be free of him.
But now… now the past had clawed its way back to life.
And the worst part?
