Dillon and Samantha were taken aback by her sudden shift in demeanor. She had gone from a vibrant mother-to-be to a pale waif to someone desperately trying to appear calm and controlled. Dillon glanced at Gus, but he remained stoic and more concerned for Eleanor than their guests.
Clearing his throat, Dillon asked, “Can you tell us about your fiancée?”
“Ex,” Eleanor corrected. “My ex-fiancée.”
Dillon raised a brow at her quick answer, “Ex? Your family was convinced you two had eloped and were rather upset you had yet to contact them.”
Eleanor snorted, “I’m sure. Lies were always easier for them to accept.”
Dillon and Samantha exchanged glances.
“My ex-fiancée used to beat me, rape me and degrade me at every opportunity,” Eleanor said, her voice becoming harsh. “My family pretended n
