The scarred man had been captured, but he stubbornly insisted he alone masterminded the kidnapping. Isabella wasn't the ringleader or an accomplice—he'd dragged her into this mess purely because of his one-sided obsession, wanting her to witness her rival's suffering firsthand.
The court would need weeks, maybe months, to determine his sentence.
Clara listened quietly as James finished explaining, his arm a protective weight around her shoulders. "Clara," he growled, the words vibrating with restrained fury, "I swore I'd make them pay. That bastard will spend every remaining day behind bars—I'll personally see to it."
She leaned into him, voice steady but hollow as a drum. "Let the courts decide his fate. Even if we killed him, it wouldn't bring our baby back."
James pressed his lips t
