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I dropped my Gucci bag into the nearest chair, holding the hard, sturdy wooden back. “Not at first.”

His teeth ground together. “When did it dawn on you?”

My eyes burned from trying to hold back the tears, my throat on fire as I swallowed. “Lawyer, LA, Jenner—I put it together.”

“So, you fucking knew …”

“Jenner—”

“You lied to me.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I just didn’t tell you, but I wanted to—”

“What the fuck is the difference?”

My heart was beating so fast that I was having a hard time talking, but I needed to get the words out, and I needed to get my shit together. Now more than ever.

I took a deep breath and said, “Please listen to me. Let me explain myself.”

I didn’t know how much longer my knees were going to support me, so I walked over to the large bed and sat on the edge, gripping the blanket between both hands.

“My father has spoken about you before, brief mentions where he would discuss projects you two were completing together, but that’s it, nothing more. You have a memor