Brielle’s POV
The news came in the middle of a quiet morning. The kind of silence that usually meant things were about to fall apart again. Brielle stood at the far window of the living room, watching raindrops chase each other down the glass, when Harry’s voice broke through the hush.
"It’s Robert," he said, holding his phone like it had burned him. "He met with Sean. In secret. It wasn’t a mistake. He knew what he was doing."
Brielle’s heart sank, but something inside her didn’t shatter this time. Maybe because she was tired of breaking. Maybe because she’d started to expect betrayal from every direction. Still, the weight of it pressed hard.
"Adrian has to know," she whispered.
She found Adrian in the study, hunched over files Clarissa had handed in days earlier. His eyes were red
