Her eyebrows danced. “Oren Demetri, are you planning to make out with me at our children’s reception?”
“No, well… not here.” I added the last part with a grin.
She looked about at the empty, secluded space. “What is this about?”
“I should have told you. I’m sorry. You should know that Vincent—”
She touched two fingers to my lips. “I know who Vincent is. You told me his name many years ago.”
“You know?” I couldn’t believe my own ears. “And yet you’re here talking to him?”
“He threw our children a wonderful party. Why wouldn’t I talk to him?”
“Adelaide.”
She lowered her voice. “Stop, Oren. Never again.” She looked around the hallway to make sure that we were alone. “You and Vincent aren’t the only ones to blame for what happened.” Before I could speak, she went on. “I’m not the victim I played so well. I knew full well what I was doing when I told my father that Russell was leaving me, that he was planning not only to divorce me but also to take Alexandria with him. I knew, and I chose his fate over allowing him a safe escape and me suffering the consequences of divorce and disgrace.” Her blue eyes widened as she spoke, her words slow and message filled with determination. “I knew. That makes me equally culpable. I played a part. My father was the one who initiated the request. There is no one responsible party.”
“You know how it works?”
She shrugged. “I understand a little. You see, a long time ago, I dated this man. I think it’s still called dating when you do what we did. Anyway, this man fascinated me. He told me stories. Some were dark, but all were sugarcoated with enough sweetness to make them palatable.
“I wanted to know more. My knowledge is from books, TV shows, and movies. In my head the theme song from the Sopranos will be the kids’ first dance.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “And you’re here. With me. With all of us.”
“Again, Oren, why wouldn’t I be?” She brushed my lips with hers. “I love you. You’ve said you love me. You’re divorced. I’m widowed. Isn’t it wonderful how life works out?”
In the distance music filled the hall.
Adelaide reached for my hand. “Okay, so it isn’t Woke Up This Morning or even Speak Softly Love.” She gave me a soft kiss. “Sir, may I have a dance?”
The lights had been dimmed with only a spot on the newly married couple. Lennox and Alexandria had everyone’s attention as the whole room watched. Alex’s dress shimmered as she waltzed in Lennox’s arms. It wasn’t their attire that held everyone’s interest, but the expressions on their faces. The way they stared into one another’s eyes.
In a room full of people, old and young, happy and sad, Alex and Lennox were alone. No one else mattered as they moved to their own private melody.
“What do you wish for them,” I asked. “If you could wish anything.”
Adelaide smiled as her eyes stayed glued to our children. “That in their young lives they’ve already experienced all the pain they will. That now and forever they only know joy.” She turned to me. “And you? What would you wish?”
I scanned the crowd, my gaze meeting Vincent’s. He nodded.
Had he told us the truth? Had he orchestrated Alton’s demise and then selflessly refused Lennox’s debt?
I wasn’t sure I’d ever know. I smiled and returned the nod, my gratitude, and my respect.
“Amore mio,” I said, whispering toward Adelaide, “I pray that together they know the joy of fidelity, the joy that only comes with fealty, loyalty, and support.”
Adelaide lifted her glass of pink punch. “To fidelity.”
But I couldn’t end it… not yet.
Please turn the page for a glimpse into the future—
for the epilogue to the Infidelity series.
STANDING NEAR THE window, I watched as the snow continued to fall. The light from the pool house’s windows illuminated large, fluffy flakes dropping steadily through the dark night sky. It had been snowing for hours. Each frozen crystal added to the growing sparkly blanket of white. Inside, the fireplace snapped and crackled as voices murmured and laughed, keeping the cold at bay.
“What are you thinking about?”
The deep voice questioned me while at the same time strong arms encircled my once-again enlarged waist. Nox’s hands splayed over our growing baby, our second little miracle. I leaned my head back against his wide chest and took in our faint reflection. From the top of his dark hair I started to scan, and inch-by-inch my gaze lowered. As I always did, I hesitated as my gaze met his mesmerizing blue eyes. He could speak volumes with them and never say a word.
Fidelity (Infidelity #5)
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