Mia's pov.
He said he knew. But the question was, what did he know, and how much did he know? I got up from bed and sauntered towards him.
“Xavier, what are you talking about?” I asked, wiping the cold drops of sweat from my forehead, which appeared due to anxiety and fear in my heart.
“Don't play innocent, Mia. You know very well what I am talking about. I had a private investigator inquire about the account details you transferred money to. Now… I know everything. Why Mia? Why did you do this?” He blamed me with the hurt in his voice and sorrow on his handsome face.
I knew I was guilty. I was guilty of breaking his trust. I was guilty of hiding the truth, and I did not have any choice at that time. I knew if I had told him, he would have stopped me and killed that man.
“I had my rea
