ZAYDE POV The rain hit the windshield in angry sheets, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and red. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my mind tangled with the revelations from earlier. Selene. My mother. The woman who raised me with carefully measured love, calculated warmth. The same woman who, all these years, convinced me that Ariana’s accident was nothing but fate’s cruel hand… had been in contact with Isabella. At the exact time Ariana’s car went off that bridge. I exhaled, slow and sharp. The private investigator I hired had sent me the documents this morning. Phone records. Bank statements. Emails. The proof was there, staring back at me in cold, black ink. My mother and my ex-wife. Partners in crime. My fingers curled into a fist. Ariana had been right. She'd tried to tell me, but I was too blind, too stubborn, too convinced that the people I loved wouldn’t betray me. Now, I knew better. A sharp vibration against my dashboard pulled me out of my tho
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