Chapter 13

At that moment, Rowan's tie was loose, his shirt rumpled, and his hair was a mess. He looked completely disheveled. "What are you staring at?" he snapped when he noticed Natalie watching him. "Hurry up and get the kids in the car, or you'll be late." As he passed by, Natalie caught a strong, familiar scent of perfume. It was exactly the kind that Imogen wore. Rowan walked upstairs, stripped off his clothes, and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then he turned on the shower and took a hot bath. In the mirror, his neck and chest were marked with several hickeys, and scratches marred his shoulders. Even now, memories from last night in Imogen's bedroom flickered through Rowan's mind in fragments, over and over. Before last night, he could still confidently tell Natalie that his relationship with Imogen was innocent, but now he had no excuse left. Natalie dropped Sarah and Roger off at school, then went grocery shopping before returning to the villa. Upstairs, she began tidying