Tessa’s POV
The next morning, as the sun began to cast its gentle glow over the horizon, Robert approached me with an air of urgency. His eyes, filled with a mix of anxiety and desperation, locked onto mine, pleading for understanding. It was as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, desperate to clear his name.
"I swear, Tessa," he implored, his voice laced with sincerity, "I had no idea about Paula's sudden arrival or her outrageous claims. She acted of her own accord, completely independent from anything I may have said or done."
I couldn't help but feel a surge of amusement at his words. With a knowing smile, I reassured him that his attempts to shield himself from the situation were unnecessary. "Oh, Robert," I said, my voice filled with a playful tone, "I already
