As I stepped into the compound, my eyes scanned the surroundings instinctively. The house was magnificent—an impressive white-marbled exterior with long glass windows, trimmed hedges at the base, and black tiled stairs leading up to the main entrance. It screamed wealth.
The driveway curved inwards like a private crescent, sleek and clean. But my gaze froze. Parked close to the entrance was the car—the exact one I saw earlier that day at my new apartment. Kevin's car. The same car he was inside, kissing that blonde woman.
My stomach twisted. How could this man be so inconsiderate? It felt like everywhere I turned, something was waiting to confirm the truth I was determined to unravel.
I turned back. Raven was still by the gate, silently crying. I didn't speak. I didn't have to. I simply
