Isabella's POVThe drive home from brunch felt longer than usual. I pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and just sat there gripping the wheel until my knuckles ached.The mansion looked innocent from outside. White stone, climbing roses, the whole postcard fantasy.Inside was a different building entirely. I walked in through the side door.The kitchen was empty. Maria must’ve been upstairs. I grabbed a glass of water, drank it all in one gulp, and then I heard voices coming from the living room, low and intimate, the kind of tone people use when they think no one else is listening.I froze.Camilla’s laugh was throaty, the one she used when she was winning something.I moved closer to the doorway. She was on the sofa, legs tucked under her, backing Richard.“You’re so busy lately, darling,” she murmured. “Let me help.”Richard’s voice came out rougher than usual. “I’m fine.”“No, you're not.” She reached up, caught one of his hands, and brought his knuckles to her lips. Kiss
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