After Margaret finished speaking, silence swallowed the room whole. No one knew what to say.
Her confession hung heavily in the air, pressing against every wall, every breath, every heartbeat. Even the ticking clock on the far wall suddenly sounded louder. Lucas stood completely still for a moment, his expression unreadable. The anger in his eyes had dulled into something colder, something far more dangerous.
Then, without saying a single word, he turned and walked away.
The sharp sound of his shoes against the marble floor echoed through the living room as he headed upstairs.
Henri remained seated for only a few seconds longer before rising slowly. His face was carved from stone, his silence more terrifying than any outburst could have been.
Two men.
Two different kinds of betrayal.
