A Wife's Prerogative

The morning fog clung to the manicured lawns of the Ashbourne estate, muffling the click of Leona’s leather boots against the flagstones. Behind her, Tessa kept pace, her breath shallow and uneven in the chill air. Neither spoke. There was no need for words between them; the path ahead was clear, carved out by blood, deceit, and an unresolved death that cried out for answers.

Ahead rose the main