"So, who's mistress are you really?"

As the words were spoken, everyone on the phone and at the scene, except for Emily, fell stunned.

Caroline, incredulous, turned to Ronald Richardson and stuttered, "You're a Richardson?"

Ronald Richardson leaned back on the sofa, arms casually draped over the back, a picture of relaxed confidence. "Exactly," he said with an easy smile. With a swift motion, he pulled Emily to his side. "Why would she fancy your family's old geezer when she's got me as a boyfriend?"

Emily couldn't help but shoot him a sideways glare, even as he put on an act.

Caroline's spirit deflated. She looked from Ronald Richardson, tall, handsome, and clearly talented, to Emily, a young and beautiful lady. It made no sense for Emily to reject such a charming young man for an old man.

But the anonymous email that had tipped her off, with its recordings and photos, was irrefutably real.

Tho