Aurora's POV
Still think he married you for love?
My heart stopped.
Because under the sentence was a photo. A picture of Zayne.
Standing beside the ashes of the files he burned.
A picture taken through the window.
Someone had been watching him.
Someone had been watching us.
My throat closed as tears blurred the page. Behind me, the door clicked open.
“Aurora?”
Zayne’s voice.
I turned, the letter still in my shaking hands.
His eyes flicked from my face to the envelope, and to the photo.
His expression darkened instantly. Dangerously.
“Aurora,” he said slowly, stepping toward me, “where did you get that?”
I swallowed, caught between truth and fear.
Between love and doubt. Then between us.
And in that moment, I realized something terrifying: whoever was attacking us didn’t j
