Chapter 94

The early morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes of Richard’s study, casting muted shadows over the room. Isabella stood quietly by the door, her hand resting on the polished wood handle as she listened to the murmur of voices within. She had expected to find Richard alone, but instead, Cynthia’s unmistakably sweet, condescending tone drifted out, causing Isabella to pause.

“Richard, darling, the villa in the south of France is perfect for a family vacation,” Cynthia purred, her voice dripping with self-satisfaction. “Just you, me, and... well, our son, of course. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? We need the respite you know, for our family. Jacob especially. The poor boy has been through a lot trying to fit into this prestigious family”

Isabella’s heart clenched. Their son. A constant reminder of Richard's betrayal, of the family that had been forged behind her back.

She pushed open the door and stepped into the room, her presence immediately altering the air. Richard and Cynt