Staring out into the sea, Victoria Grayson scowled. Normally, she found tranquility sitting in her favorite chair looking into the ocean. But today, her heart and her brain were plagued by a darkness that seeped into her thoughts.
For decades she had all the things most women dream of. She had a beautiful house, gorgeous children and the love of one of the most powerful men in the nation. And yet she resented Conrad for it. Grayson Manor went from a vacation home to a cage. She resented everything Conrad did because of what he did to David Clarke. She even resented it when he promised Charlotte that nothing would change. She refused to see the good in him and couldn't fathom why her children would believe a word out of his mouth.
But maybe it wasn't Conrad she should have been weary of. After, technically Conrad didn't kill David Clarke. David was alive and well. Not only that, David murdered Conrad.
The thought brought back a wave of resentment she hadn't realized she kept buried. She was hurt that David almost immediately sold her out. Under the first sign of pressure he not only revealed the affair that he swore to keep secret but also Charlotte's true paternity. Despite his shortcomings, Conrad had never done that. He hadn't been uttered her name when his involvement in flight 197 came to light.
Victoria wondered if she was angrier at Conrad or David. Her mind kept flipping back and forth between the two so quickly she was dizzy.
Slowly she rose, dusting the sand from her white pants. Deep down she knew who she was angry at. Herself. She had taken two good men and started a war between them. As she walked back to the house she vowed never to open her heart to anyone.