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Isolde’s Pregnancy Claim

作者: Lior Ash
last update 公開日: 2026-04-18 08:38:32

The blue light from the monitors made Caspian look like a ghost. He didn't move for a long time. He just stared at the picture of Isolde crying by the fountain. I felt like the walls were closing in, even though they were made of metal.

"We have to say something," I said. "We can't just let her lie to everyone."

"If I speak, I give her power," Caspian said. His voice was flat. "She wants me to scream. She wants me to deny it so she can play the victim even harder."

The house phone rang. It was
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    "I left the door to the safe open because I wanted you to see it, Sera, not because I was careless," Caspian said, his voice reaching me from the bottom of the stairs.He was standing in the shadows of the foyer, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He looked like a man who had finally stopped trying to outrun his own ghost. I was upstairs, standing in the doorway of the small library he’d forbidden me to enter. The door wasn’t just unlatched; it was swinging wide, a heavy, iron-bound thing that looked like it belonged in a dungeon, not a summer house."You wanted me to see a pile of old ledgers and dusty maps?" I asked, my voice echoing in the hollow hall. "Or did you want me to see the checkbook of a dead woman?""I wanted you to see the connection," he replied. He started climbing the stairs, his footsteps slow and deliberate. "I’m tired of being the only one who knows where the bodies are buried. It’s a heavy weight to carry alone, even for a Blackwood."I stepped into the room. I

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