Chapter 3
She stood at the top of the stairs.
Her satin dress glowed in the dim light.
Her face was calm.
But her eyes were ice.
“Let him go,” I said.
My voice shook but I didn’t back down.
Isabella laughed softly.
“He’s not yours to take.
He’s just a noisy little obstacle.
Once he’s gone… everything will be perfect.”
“He’s a child!” I shouted.
“Your stepson!”
“He’s William’s son from the past,” she hissed.
“And the past has no place here.”
She reached for me.
I stepped back, shielding Ethan.
“William will know everything.
The police will know.”
Isabella’s smile faded.
“You think he’ll believe a housekeeper over his wife?
You think anyone will believe you?”
From the hallway behind her, another voice spoke.
“I believe her.”
We all froze.
William stood there.
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His face was pale.
His eyes were wide with horror.
