CHAPTER 118

The evening had started beautifully. Leon and I had decided move from to treat ourselves to a meal at Le Jardin, a charming little French restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The soft lighting and the gentle hum of conversation created an intimate atmosphere, making it the perfect escape from the troubles that had been weighing on my mind. Leon, with his easy smile and warm presence, made everything seem a little less daunting.

We were halfway through our meal, savoring each bite and enjoying a glass of wine when Leon’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, a frown creasing his forehead. “I need to take this,” he said apologetically, rising from his seat. “It’s work. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded, watching as he stepped outside, phone pressed to his ear. Left alone, I took another sip of my wine, letting the rich flavor linger on my tongue. I was lost in thought when a familiar, unwelcome voice broke through my reverie.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Margarette.”

I looked up