Chapter 6
When Isabelle emerged, wrapped in a towel and looking every bit the vision she intended, Weston felt.. nothing.
As she leaned in eagerly, he recoiled, almost reflexively pushing her away.
“I’m sorry, something came up at work. I have to go.”
He left as if fleeing a fire, bewildered by his own reaction,
Not even in bed with Celeste Monroe had he felt this disinterest.
The news of the fire at Carrington Manor stunned him into a rare moment of silence.
A pang of regret stealthily claimed space in his mind.
He couldn’t help but wonder, if he had been there, would it have changed anything?
et part of him
Yel
clung to the belief that this was just another one of Celeste’s manipulations for attention.
“She’s always up to some scheme,” he muttered with disdain.
Until Margaret Carrington placed the charred remains on his desk.
There lay a blackened wedding ring and two half–burned birthday gifts
The ring was their sole connection, one Celeste had never taken off, cherishing it as a lifeline.
The gifts were the ones he had sent for the twins, their wrappings untouched, now scorched and ruined.
“The fire started in the bedroom. It looks like she set it herself and locked the door from the inside. No one could have survived that.”
Weston’s breath caught in his throat
“Are you saying she chose not to escape, that she stayed to die with the children in our home?”
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