Chapter 38

Levi.

"I’m glad to see you’ve finally moved on," Henry said, swirling his brandy.

We were in my office, the muted music from the ballroom providing a rhythmic backdrop. The room smelled of polished wood and leather—a sanctuary I’d built for myself.

“After Belle, the world thought you’d closed your heart forever. Kenya is remarkable.”

"Thanks, man. That means a lot."

“She’s a keeper, Levi. Take care of her,” Henry warned. He then asked about various friends and cousins. The conversation was light until he mentioned a name that made me pause. "And what about Albert Bethel?"

“Why do you ask?” I questioned. Albert was a recluse who avoided such gatherings.

"I found out recently that we’re related—he’s a cousin to my late biological mother," Henry revealed.

Before I could process that, a sharp knock at the door interrupted us.

"Benjamin." I froze. Standing in the doorway was Benjamin Moore, Belle’s twin brother. Looking at him was like seeing a ghost; he shared her golden hair and striking features. I had deliberately left him off the guest list.

"Funny how I had to make last-minute arrangements to get here, Ruthford," Benjamin spat, stepping into the room with a cold, menacing air.

I introduced him to Henry, who sensed the immediate shift in the room's energy. "I'll go check on Kirsten," Henry said, giving me a supportive nod before exiting.

Alone with Benjamin, I poured two drinks. "I owe you no explanations," I said firmly. "My marriage to Kenya is my own business."

"I didn't want you here causing a scene," I added, my anger simmering. "I’ve moved on, Benjamin. I’m not going to spend my life mourning a woman who... well, it’s in the past."

Benjamin sneered, his face a mask of bitterness. "I knew from the day you married my sister that you were untrustworthy. I believe you had something to do with her end, even if I can't prove it."

I glared at him, refusing to let his accusations draw me into a pointless debate. The Moores had been happy enough to take my money when it suited them, but Benjamin had always carried a grudge.

"Move past this, Benjamin," I said, stepping closer. "I have a wife and guests waiting. Stay if you wish, but do not disrespect Kenya."

He scoffed. "Wife? You mean the girl you’ve paraded around? She will never replace my sister. She’s nothing compared to—"

My fist connected with his jaw before he could finish the sentence. Rage, hot and blinding, surged through me. How dare he compare them. I didn't see the door open; I only felt the ringing in my ears and the blood on my knuckles until a small, soft hand touched mine.

I stilled instantly, turning to meet the eyes of the only woman who could pull me back from the edge.