Cloe quietly entered the room, her steps light, but her presence enough to draw Caesar's attention as he sat, still gripping the phone in his hand. His mind was a storm of thoughts after the conversation with Oliver. Without a word, Cloe sat down beside him, her body leaning against his chest. The warmth of her touch offered him a fleeting sense of comfort in the chaos. Caesar wrapped his arms around her tightly, as if trying to protect her from everything that was happening.
"I never married Bryan," Cloe whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly. "He's lying."
Caesar kissed the top of her head gently, his voice soft but steady. "I know, my love. I know."
Cloe let out a shaky breath. "I overheard them talking... about the money my father, Jonas Clark, left behind for me. All of it
