Page 183 of Bride By Coronation

"Thank you." I sniffle, trying to pull myself together.

"Fiona, are you okay?"

I try to answer her question, but nothing comes out.

"Fiona?"

"No, I'm not," I admit, and another rush of tears falls.

The building security guard comes closer, asking, "Mrs. Petrov, are you okay?"

"Yes. Please leave me alone," I snap.

He arches his eyebrows but steps back.

My chest tightens, and my heart races. I bend over, trying to get air.

Zara asks, "What happened?"

Sean's SUV pulls to the curb. "His driver's here. Thanks, Zara." I hang up, put my phone in my bag, and jump into the back seat before the driver can get out.

Conán, Sean's driver, frets, "Are you okay?"

"Yes."

He narrows his eyes, "Did he do something to you?"

"No, and don't ever speak that way about my husband again," I growl.

"Sorry," he mutters.

"Please go."

"Yes, ma'am." He pulls out in the traffic, then adds, "I have to pick Sean up."

"Fine," I say.

He travels three blocks, pulls up to a building, and Sean steps out. He rushes to the SUV, gets into the car, and slides next to me. He puts the divider window up, then asks, "What did he do to you?"

"He..." I open my mouth and shake my head.

"Fiona?" Sean asks with anger in his voice.

"He didn't do anything to me, but..." I start to sob.

Sean pulls me into his arms and holds my head close to his chest. "You have to tell me what's going on."

It takes me a while to pull back and look at him. The tears continue to fall. "Do you know how Dad died?"

Sean's face falls. "I have a basic knowledge."

I scrunch my face, barely able to ask, "Do you know about Mom?"

"Mom?" Sean questions.

"She...she... She was there!"

Sean's eyes blaze with anger and horror. "Fiona, what are you talking about?"

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