Chapter Sixty-Eight
Malachi's POV
During dinner, I watched her smile. Really smile. The kind that reached her eyes and made them light up. She was talking about something Sophie had said at school, her hands moving as she spoke, completely unguarded.
This was the Alicia I wanted to see every day. Not the careful, controlled woman who wore masks for the Blackwood family. Not the tired, resigned woman who dealt with Travis's abuse. But this one. The real one underneath all the armor.
I was happy that Alicia was happy. It was such a simple thing, but it felt monumental. Like I'd accomplished something that actually mattered instead of the endless business dealings and power plays that filled my days.
Then Jennifer arrived and ruined everything.
I noticed the change immediately. The way Alicia's smile fell. The way her shoulders tensed. The way her eyes went from bright to guarded in the span of a heartbeat.
