CHAPTER HUNDRED-NINETEEN: I CHOOSE YOU

Alexander’s POV

The evening had been perfect. The kind of night that makes you forget all your worries, even if just for a little while. Catherine and I stepped into the house, still laughing about some silly joke from dinner. Her smile lit up the room, and I felt a sense of peace, as if we could finally breathe after so much chaos.

But the moment we crossed the threshold, that peace shattered.

Our new maid stood in the hallway, her face was pale, eyes wide with something close to panic. “Mr Clifford, Mrs. Clifford,” she stammered, glancing nervously over her shoulder. “There are two policemen here. They said it’s urgent.”

A cold knot formed in my stomach. Catherine squeezed my hand, her grip tightening as we walked into the living room.

The two officers rose as we entered, their expressions were serious. They were dressed in their formal uniforms, but it was the look in their eyes that told me this wasn’t a routine visit. They glanced at our attire—Catherine in her elegant dress