Chapter 126 What Will Happen To Brandon

Alessandra’s POV

That evening, I promise to make Brandon a special dinner, a way to celebrate our survival, our love, and the simple fact that we are still standing together, despite everything.

We laugh as we plan the meal, a lighthearted moment that feels like a much-needed breath of fresh air. A few minutes later, I head to the kitchen, dismissing the chefs for the night. I want this to be personal, just for him, so I begin preparing his favorite dish, pouring my love into every slice, every stir.

But as soon as I step into the kitchen, the air shifts—something terrible is about to happen.

Suddenly, flashing lights flood our yard, and the sound of sirens pierces the night. I freeze, my heart pounding. Outside, police cars swarm the driveway, their lights reflecting off the windows like ominous beacons. Officers are everywhere, their voices booming as they call out Brandon’s name.

My mind races. Why are they here? Why are they calling for my husband as if he were some kind of crimina