Meanwhile, Foster returned to the villa, where the garish crimson "double happiness" characters glared at him from every wall, a taunting reminder of shattered vows.
It was only then he noticed—the wedding portrait that once dominated the living room had vanished.
"What happened to our wedding photo?" he demanded, his voice tight.
"I—I believe Madam tore it down... ages ago," a servant stammered, wringing her hands.
Foster's chest constricted as the memory struck him like a physical blow—that night he'd abandoned Linh to tend to Sienna's antidote. His eyes squeezed shut against the wave of bitter regret.
Linh... damn it, where are you?
Footsteps dragging like lead weights, he climbed to the third-floor study. The moment he crossed the threshold, two objects on the desk arrested his g
