40 - Not an Accident

40 - Not an Accident

Cillian

My 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