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“You’re his prime beneficiary, and you’re in charge of his estate, Isabel. Everything he owned comes to you.”
“No.” She rubbed her chin against one shoulder. “Will was never that careless, and I’m not comfortable, considering we’d separated when he—at the time of the accident.” But this was an opportune moment to bring up Tony. “I have to tell you something I don’t want you to pass on to anyone else. Including Pam.”
“She’s not a paralegal.”
“I have to tell you about the other woman.”
“Are you sure?” He resettled his glasses, steeling himself for the worst. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. What are you going to tell me that I haven’t seen in my career?”
“It was my sister, Faith.”
“My God.”
Because none of her emotions were working as they should, she smiled, stunned to be the calm one. “I can’t thank you enough for being on my side, but brace yourself for more.”
“More? What else could they do?”
Ben wouldn’t want her draping his dirty laundry all over Ray’s thriving office. It brought her no pleasure, either.
“Faith’s son, Tony, is actually Will’s natural son.”
“Will’s natural…” Ray linked his fingers as if he were praying. “That boy’s got to be a year and a half old.”
Meaning they’d been seeing each other for-damn-ever. “Exactly. I’d like you to separate everything as if we had divorced.”
“Because you want to give it to your husband’s illegitimate child? I can’t.” He spun away from her and ended up at his desk. He picked up a crystal globe on a plinth and then replaced it. Likewise, an ornate marble-colored pen and pencil set on his desk. “I won’t give your future away.”
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