Isabella’s POV I couldn’t sleep, not after my discussion with Lucas, I was hunted by Richard's face, the guilt eating me up.I slipped out of bed, pulled on a thin robe over my night dress, and padded barefoot down the hallway. I didn’t have a destination in mind. I just needed to move, free my thoughts.The door to Mom and Victor’s room was slightly ajar. Soft light spilled out into the corridor, along with low voices and the unmistakable sound of lips meeting skin.I should have turned around.Instead, I stopped.The door was open just enough for me to see inside.Mom was pressed against the wall, her robe open, Victor’s hands on her waist, his mouth on her neck. She let out a soft moan as he kissed lower, his body pinning her gently but firmly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The sight was intimate, raw…the way her head tilted back, the way his hands slid under the robe, the way their bodies moved together like they had been waiting years for this moment.I st
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