Without thinking, she grabbed it and rushed downstairs to return it.
But when she overheard a conversation, she froze before she could even take another step.
Outside the villa, Rockwell leaned against a sleek black Maybach.
The man in the car rolled the window down. It was Norman Pollock, Rockwell’s close friend and Luther’s sworn brother.
Norman laughed and cursed. “Damn, dude! Your sister-in-law tastes that good? Took you so long—had me waiting forever!”
Rockwell let out a low, ambiguous laugh. “Of course. Having sex with Luther’s woman? How could it not feel good?”
Norman laughed with him, and then he added, “You’re a damn genius! Dropping the sex tape right in the middle of their wedding? Dude, the entire Brooklyn will have fun!
“The bride getting off under another man while her groom’s right there? Damn, Luther’s going to be the biggest loser in Brooklyn! I bet your dad will be so humiliated he’ll start stripping your brother’s power in your family’s company!”
Rockwell scoffed. “Serves him right. He’s getting exactly what he deserves.
“He ruined Chesca’s life—married her off to that abusive bastard. I begged Luther on my knees, and he still wouldn’t let her be with me.”
Just behind the front door, Solenne stood hidden completely from their sight.
Slowly, she blinked, as if trying to make sense of what she just overheard.
She wanted to step forward and say something… but her legs wouldn’t let her.
The conversation in the Maybach was still going.
Norman chuckled and said, “Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re the devoted type who never got over his first love. She’s divorced now, huh? You’ve waited all this time, pulled all those strings—finally, dude, your moment came! Bittersweet victory…”
He let out a sigh, patting Rockwell on the shoulder.
“But don’t you think this is a little too cruel for Solenne?” he added. “You knew from the beginning she’d be forced into an engagement with Luther, and you still approached her on purpose. You played with her feelings. That’s cruel, man. Poor Solenne, she really believed you loved her.”
Rockwell glanced lazily at Norman, lifting his eyelids just enough.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. She happened to fall into my path.”
He didn’t elaborate; he just lit a cigar.
Norman frowned, eyeing him carefully.
“And what about afterwards? After what happened at the wedding—Solenne’s not going to blow up at you?”