Emmanuella POV
I lay on the bed in the bedroom, trying to stay as far away from Gabriel as possible. He had been acting strange ever since I came back home.
No signs of jealousy, no signs of discomfort. He was just so relaxed, as if he couldn’t care less about anything I did.
I mean, I knew this about him before. It wasn’t exactly a surprise. But come on, if a man were to drop me off the porch of our home, I should at least see some kind of reaction—just like I did when he brought home a fake aunt.
I was scrolling through my phone, flicking through every blog that had posted the article from the anonymous blog accusing me of murdering Roy and the others.
Suddenly, I saw another update from the same anonymous blog.
I didn’t know how the handler of the blog was doing it. Even though I
