CHAPTER 93: LIAM

The days blur into weeks after Emma leaves for New York. Time passes, but I feel like I'm stuck in some sort of limbo, drifting aimlessly without a clear direction. My life has always been about control—controlling my surroundings, my image, my emotions. But now, with Emma gone and the weight of my family's secrets pressing down on me, everything feels out of control.

I try to bury myself in work, hoping that the familiar routine of meetings, contracts, and deals will help me forget the chaos. But it's no use. Every time I close my eyes, I see Emma's face, the hurt in her eyes when she told me about the evidence, the way her voice trembled when she said goodbye. She's gone, and it's for the best, but it feels like a piece of me has been ripped away.

The confrontation with my mother left me more confused than ever. Isabella's cold, detached confession plays on a loop in my mind. She admitted to the affair but claimed innocence in the disappearances. I want to believe her—desperately, I