40 - Not an AccidentCillianMy arms tightened around her body, breathing in her warm vanilla scent. “Emma, I need to ask you about something,” I whispered, pulling away to look at her face. Her eyes were gleaming with tears but she nodded, wanting for me to continue. “That night,” I started, running the pad of my thumb over her jaw, “When we slept together in my suite, I came back because I couldn’t find my wedding ring.”Her expression remained passive. “I wanted to tell you that I was not having an affair and that Olivia is—”“Shh, I know, Cillian.” She offered me a small smile. “I was pretty mad when I found it, but then the drug made me unconscious. I’m sorry I don&rsqu
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