Chapter 27: CHAPTER 27: Opening Pandora's Box

　　Annoyance bubbled in my chest as I zipped up the black dress. It fit perfectly, hugging my curves in a way that left no doubt Alexander knew Ava's measurements intimately. Unfortunately for me, it meant that my breasts would have to be squeezed a little tighter because I was more endowed than she was. The revelation sent a fresh wave of disillusionment crashing over me. Here I was, playing dress-up in another woman's life, a constant reminder of how little I truly knew about the man I was inexplicably drawn to.

　　Clutching Ava's diary in my clammy hand, I hurried out of the mansion and into the waiting cab. The weight of the object in my purse felt immense, a tangible reminder of the secret I now held. I was surprised when the housekeeper had told me that she hadn't even bothered to read the diary after having it in her possession for months because right now, all I wanted to do was go home and dive in.