Arthur’s jaw was clenched so tight, it ached. He slammed the car door shut and peeled out of the driveway, his car tyres crunching over gravel with urgency. His hands were steady on the wheel, but his mind was anything but calm.
That hairpiece… It was no coincidence. He knew it was Reina’s. The delicate silk, the exact shade of pink, the small frayed corner—he remembered teasing her about it that day in his office. She’d smiled and told him it was a gift from her mother.
There was no mistaking it.
And Rylan, that bastard lied without blinking.
Arthur's chest burned as he took a sharp turn, the city speeding past him in a blur. This wasn't just suspicion anymore. It was proof. Not conclusive, not concrete—but enough to raise a red flag.
He’d played calm inside Rylan’s estate, but insid
