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He’d told me because he thought he was going to die. His confession appeasedhissoul but added the burden onto mine.
The unfairness of it made tears sting my eyes.
I wished he hadn’t said anything.
Wished he’d kept quiet because since he’d told me, I’d been unable to stop myself from thinking about whom he’d been sleeping with behind my back. Who the child was. When it had been born. Was it a girl or a boy…
The questions were starting to drive me crazy.
“You’re sure they said it was her,” I grated out for the tenth time this morning.
“I’m sure,” he rumbled wearily, his focus on his phone and that stupid game he was playing. The one where you matched three jellybeans to score points. “The Old Wives’ Club doesn’t get shit like that wrong.”
I bit my lip, wondering if those old bitches were laughing at me behind my back. Michael said he’d been discreet, but was there anything discreet when it involved Aidan and me?
We ruled the roost. We reigned over the Five Points like king and queen. Where we went, gossip followed.
I scratched at my neck as I murmured, “Have you found anything else out about her? No links between Michelle Keegan and a Five Pointer?”
“Not by blood. Her husband was a cousin of a Five Pointer, though. You knew one of them.”
“I did?”
“Cillian Donahue. He died years back. Was friends with your Declan, and his sister, Deirdre, was his girlfriend at some point.”
My mouth curled as I corrected, “His fiancée. I remember them both. Horrible children.”
“Cillian was a trouble-maker through and through.” He hummed. “When Donahue, her first husband, died, Michelle changed her and her daughter’s surname back to her maiden name.”
A little girl.
Aoife.
I’d been blessed with boys, but no girl, and I knew Aidan had always wanted a girl. He might say he didn’t, but he did.
And she’d given him what I couldn’t.
A black Lincoln pulled up outside the tearoom, rupturing my thoughts. Three women climbed out of the back. My brows rose when I recognized one of them, and my fingers stopped rubbing the side of my neck.
Elizabeth Davidson.
God, it had been years since I’d seen her, and that hadn’t been long enough. I’d never liked her.
She was a supercilious bitch whom I’d had the misfortune of knowing when I was younger, before life had taken us down two paths.
My father had wanted her elder brother to marry me, and I knew that George had all been set to propose the night of my debutante ball. That was before Aidan had showed up, bringing his usual level of chaos to my family.
It was a lifetime ago since I’d first known her, but it wasn’t the first time we’d met since then.
I was the wife to the leader of the Five Points.
She was a Senator’s wife.
As I wondered if the rumors of Alan Davidson cheating on her were true, I watched as she and the other two women headed into the tearoom.
It was a busy place, had an affluent clientele, but Elizabeth Davidson was definitely a step up from the corporate businesswomen who usually frequented it.
Nostalgia and a strange desire to reconnect with my past had me climbing out of the car when the two women with Elizabeth left the tearoom an hour later. They both went their separate ways just as the black Lincoln pulled up.
