Evidence of Plotting
Isabella showed me some photos and journals she’d found while cleaning. ‘Look,’ she said, handing them over.
My eyes widened as I flipped through—a detailed chronicle of Leo’s plans. He blamed me for the divorce, seeing me as the last straw.
It was eerie to see his thoughts scrawled out like a twisted treasure map. The depth of his vengeance struck me hard, creating a mix of disbelief and unease in my stomach.