Aurora let the silence stretch, savoring pleasure from the way Anne's mask cracked slightly. She could see it now—the uncertainty in her sister's eyes, the flicker of doubt.
Aurora swallowed. This was the first time she saw an emotion in Anne's eyes that doesn't relate to hate or confidence.
Then, with deliberate slowness, Aurora leaned back in her chair, tilting her head slightly as if she were deep in thought.
"You know what I find funny, Anne?" she mused, her voice calm, too calm. "You stood there, all high and mighty, calling me a thief…" She let the words hang, watching as Anne's expression tightened.
Aurora smiled. A slow, sharp, utterly ruthless smile.
"But if I stole your husband," she said, pausing just long enough for the tension to coil tighter, "then why aren't you still married to him?"
The words hit like a slap.
Anne stiffened, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. For the first time since stepping into the office, she didn't have a comeback.
