Lydia blinked. "Whitmore?" Her gaze moved instinctively toward Gavin, and Owen did the same. For a second, the entire table went silent. Audrey took a small sip of tea before setting the cup back down. Her hand was steady now.

"Gavin Whitmore," she said. "He is my

Two days later, Audrey sat in a quiet office across from a divorce lawyer.

She had chosen the firm herself and had not used anyone connected to Gavin, his company, or the Whitmore family. For the first time in five years, she wanted advice that belonged only to her.

T

Gavin told her about the island trip over breakfast.

Audrey was spreading jam on a piece of toast when he said, "I'll be away for a few days."

She looked up. "Business?"

"No." He hesitated, as if expecting the answer itself to become a problem. "Camille's birthday