Chapter 130

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. He’d figured it out. My eyes twitched slightly, but honestly? I wasn’t all that surprised. The way things just went down—anyone with half a brain could tell I wasn’t some clueless rookie. And knowing that Jordan was working with Reverie? Ronald may be a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Of course he figured out who I am. What a pity. I’d planned on telling him after the divorce. Thought it’d be more satisfying that way. I glanced at him, pried his fingers off my hand. “I never denied being Reverie. You’re the one who kept insisting I wasn’t.” Ronald’s grip tightened. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and fierce, jaw clenched so hard I thought he might crack a tooth. “Why would I deny it? Maybe because ever since you married me, all you’ve done is cook and do laundry and ask if I slept well or ate enough. You buried your real self like it was some dark secret. You hid everything from me.” “You had your uncle cover for you. You had s