I thought the hidden door was just a design flaw, until I noticed the tiny handprint smeared in fresh drywall dust.
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Chapter 4 / 10
Chapter 4
He stared down at us.
At Ethan in my arms.
At the hidden door.
At Isabella’s twisted expression.
“Is this true?” he whispered.
Isabella turned instantly sweet.
“William, my love—she’s lying.
She’s trying to take him away from us.
Look how she’s upset him.”
Ethan lifted his head.
“Dad… she hit me.
She locked me in the dark.
She said Mom didn’t die in an accident.”
William’s knees buckled.
“What did you say?”
“She pushed her,” Ethan sobbed.
“I saw her.
From the window.
I was scared to tell.”
Silence filled the hallway.
Heavy and terrible.
William looked at Isabella.
The love in his eyes was gone.
Only revulsion remained.
“Did you kill my wife?”
Isabella’s mask shattered.
She screamed.
“She was weak!
She was nothing!
May you like
I deserved you!
I deserved everything!”
