It didn't matter to them who she had been or what she had endured. What mattered was that she was their wife now, and she loved them as fiercely as they loved her.
But now, watching her, Ray felt a deep unease settle in his chest. Esme's pain was too real, too vivid to ignore. And he couldn't shake the feeling that something had been buried for far too long.
He had promised Esme that he would stay in this room unless there was an absolute emergency. The secret room was his domain, his fortress, and he had sworn never to leave it unless it was a matter of life or death.
But at that moment, Ray made his decision.
The plan could wait. His brothers could handle the rest. Esme needed him, and nothing else mattered.
