Then a question struck my mind. “How did you know that he didn’t commit suicide? Who told you about his murder?” Because I knew neither Caleb nor Jonathan would tell her anything about it. They even didn’t tell Tess and Tobias.

Her form stiffened. After a silence, she spoke, “Warner told me.”

I tensed. The mere name of that bastard had my blood boil. “How did he know about that? No one except me, Caleb, Mom, and your father knew about it. The officer who handled the case was loyal to your father, he wouldn’t spit a word out. And the woman died a year later in a car accident.”

Pulling away slightly, she stared at me for a moment. A small frown formed between her brows. “No one else knew about that incident?”

I shook my head. “Even if there was any proof left, I made sure to destroy it forever. There isn’t anything left.”

She went quiet again, thinking something, biting her bottom lip.

I moved my gaze from her innocent yet provocative act. “What are you thinking, Rosebud? You didn’t answer my question. How did he know about it?”

My fists clenched. How badly I regretted not finishing that insect right at that moment. It was the only right punishment for him for even thinking of harming my Rosebud. Now he dared to dig up my past!

She shrugged, hiding her face in my neck. “He didn’t like you from the beginning. He might’ve investigated you so he could use it against you and make me question our relationship.”

That bastard!

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

“Are you sure no one else knows about it? What if someone found out something, like Warner did, and will try to defame you using the media? You still have quite a number of rivals who want to take you down. And if they get to know you lied to the world not to put your future at risk, they can use it to show everyone that you hid the truth to save yourself. They can even accuse you of being a murderer and say you did it so the police wouldn’t catch you.”

I was amused how far her mind raced. Worry was thick in her voice.

“No one would do anything. They can’t because no one has any proof. Even if anyone knows what happened that night, they don’t have any evidence to prove it. They don’t have the autopsy report or the gun that had my fingerprints on it. I made sure to destroy everything, Rosebud. So don’t worry. No one can do anything.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, she finally relaxed against me. Kissing her head again, I closed my eyes.

But the glimpses of that night continued to flash behind my eyelids. Subconsciously, my grip tightened on her thigh.