The Cherished Wife

"You..." Peter clenched his fists. "Tania has nothing to do with Zara."

"Really?" Jack drawled. "Like father, like son, huh? Some traits just run in the family, especially since your granddad, a.k.a. my dad, had some odd habits."

Peter's face turned stormy, and he let out a frosty huff. "Now that you're back again, you ought to swing by the Lennon estate sometime. We wouldn't want Sir Lennon thinking you kicked the bucket somewhere, would we?"

Jack's face twitched at that, but Peter pressed on, "Your darling niece Ari has been with the Lennons all these years, just hoping for the day she'd get to see her Uncle Jack again."

With those words hanging in the air, Peter walked out of the hotel with determined steps.

all the

were clamped on the wheel, but her head was replaying the confrontation she had just seen, hanging

would have guessed that Trevon, the kind soul who had looked after her for three years, was actually Jack Lennon-Peter's uncle, the youngest son of

who had made his mark

had braced herself to meet an old man in his fifties named Jack, but to her surprise, it was Trevon-a man barely into his forties. He was the

until her knuckles turned white, driving far away from the hotel before

Peter and Jack, her composure was slipping. One was the man she had once adored, and the other was the man who had pulled her from her darkest days and stood

Tania to shield her eyes. When

man outside. In the faint light, she