Sam's P.O.V.
The moment Jax's dad leaned forward, his voice cutting through the heavy silence, I knew I’d set something irreversible into motion.
“Is this true?” he asked, his tone measured, too calm to be real. His eyes locked on Mom, sharp and searching.
Mom flinched, opening her mouth to respond, but no words came.
“Answer him!” Jax’s voice was like thunder, slamming into me. He shot up from his chair, his fists clenched on the table. “Is Sam telling the truth? Did you actually invite Isabella here for that? To manipulate us like we’re your little pawns?”
Mom’s head snapped toward him, her face pale. “Jaxon, sit down! This isn’t the place for this kind of—”
“Don’t you dare tell me to sit down!” Jax roared, his temper flaring in a way that made my stomach twist. His chair scraped h
