Nora frowned in disgust. "Whoever used Rosalind must have been someone she trusted completely."
Otherwise, she never would have willingly thrown her life away.
Just how deeply did a woman have to love someone to use her own death to further their agenda?
"We're getting off-topic."
Remembering Nathan's secret identity, Nora dragged the conversation back to his deception.
"You had countless opportunities to come clean. I remember when Grandpa Peyton tried to set us up, you didn't even show."
"I did go. But then Chloe Scott's case blew up, and I had to leave in a hurry."
"I left you a note."
Nora remembered that note.
"I never tried to hide my handwriting afterward. I figured you would have noticed."
Nora was speechless.
"What century are we living in? Why the hell would I randomly study your handwriting?"
Everything was digital now. Who scrutinized handwriting anymore?
Besides, he had only signed it 'Peyton.' How was she supposed to know it was *the* Peyton?
That was like assuming everyone with the last name Ford owned a car company.
"Fine, my fault..." Nathan muttered, though he couldn't help but add defensively, "But I kept telling you I was getting married in a month..."
She shot him a venomous glare.
"Are you calling me slow?"
"No, not at all!"
He offered an incredibly placating smile. "It's entirely my fault. I should have told you right away."
"Considering how sincere my apology is, can I beg for leniency?"
Nora looked at him coolly. "Who said I was going to punish you?"
He exhaled a long breath of relief.
"I knew you were reasonable."
A sly, knowing smile curved Nora's lips.

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