"Why are you here, Victoria?" Gabriel’s voice was sharp, and controlled, though I could feel the tension radiating from him. He stood beside me like a shield, but his eyes never wavered from the elegantly dressed woman sitting in our living room.
Victoria Knight, Gabriel’s estranged mother, sipped her tea with unsettling composure. Her pearl earrings gleamed under the light, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in her icy blue eyes.
“I came because I owe you both the truth,” she said softly, setting down the delicate teacup. Her fingers trembled, the only sign of her nerves.
I folded my arms. “The truth? About what? How do you try to destroy Gabriel’s happiness? Or is there something else you conveniently forgot to mention?”
Gabriel placed a steady hand on my arm, silently urging me t
