Chapter 11

Rowan yanked the closet door open with a loud snap. The closet was half-empty. Rowan's hands went cold as a wave of disbelief crashed over him. He turned quickly and stormed toward the other drawers. Every cabinet that had once held Joanna's clothes, her jewelry, or anything remotely important to her—he searched them all. But the result was clear. Everything related to her was gone. A sudden flash of realization jolted through his mind. He stumbled toward the study, yanking open the bottom drawer at the far end of the desk. That was where their fake marriage certificate had always been kept. His heart thundered violently as he yanked the drawer open. The pounding in his chest was so strong, it felt like it might burst out. Then he saw it—Joanna's half of the marriage certificate, cut clean into shreds. His throat dried up, and his tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth. No words came out. She knew. She knew everything. Rowan's body began to shake violently, his muscles