Chapter 82

- CALDER -

I deserved that.

I deserved it, and yet if I could go back, I still wouldn't reveal a thing to her. There's no reason Lily needs to worry about some stranger claiming to be my half-brother, not during our wedding week. And not until I confirm that he is, in fact, my father's son.

Which, at this point, I still highly doubt.

I spent the entire car ride from my office to the estate revisiting what the man told me.

I'm Taran Harker, he'd said. My mother was Patricia Harker.

First of all, what the hell kind of name is Taran? Secondly, he'd said Patricia Harker like I was supposed to know who that was, like I should have been aware of every woman with whom my father had some casual acquaintance.

If my father had been acquainted with Patricia Harker at all, which is still in question.

According to Mr. Harker, Patricia Harker met Wentworth Cunningham while he was in London. He was there to acquire some pieces for one of his many collections, and she was working as the repres