Chapter 89

Cynthia's plan had been in motion for weeks, and now it was beginning to bear fruit. Richard had started spending more time away Isabella, citing business and meetings, but everyone knew where he was. He was always with her—Cynthia—and his bastard son, Jacob.

It felt like he got the family he always truly wanted. He’d would always take Jacob and Cynthia out, regardless of the effect it would have on his reputation.

Isabella, now isolated in her own home, could feel the weight of Cynthia’s growing influence.

And she felt totally helpless.

In the living room, Amelia sat quietly, watching her mother move around with a noticeable sadness. Isabella barely spoke these days, and when she did, her voice was tired, as if she’d lost a piece of herself.

“Mom, you need to do something,” Amelia finally broke the silence, her voice thick with frustration.

Isabella sighed, placing a cup of tea in front of her daughter. “What can I do, Amelia? He’s your father. He’s been like this sinc