Chapter 18

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm golden glow over the Ray's estate as Isabella returned home from a long day at work. She stepped into the house, dropping her keys onto the console table by the door. The house was unusually quiet, and she welcomed the respite, her thoughts still swirling with the unsettling revelations from the day before.

As she walked into the living room, Isabella froze. Amelia was there, but she wasn’t alone. Caught in a passionate embrace, Amelia was making out with a man on the couch. The scene was shocking not only for its intensity but also for the disarray around them—packs of cigarettes littered the coffee table and the floor, their smell heavy in the air.

“Amelia!” Isabella’s voice cut through the room like a whip. “What is going on here?”

Amelia and the man sprang apart, both of them wide-eyed and breathless. The man scrambled to his feet, hastily adjusting his clothes. Isabella’s eyes blazed as she took in the sight of him.

“You,” she point