“Everything we’ve done… it’s all been for her own good.”
“By the way, Mom, what did Grandma say when she called this afternoon?”
Jasmine let out a heavy sigh. “Your grandmother saw the news. She and your grandpa think Wiona’s divorce is shameful. They said they’re coming over tomorrow.”
Kyle’s voice grew tense. “They’re coming now? Because of Wiona’s divorce? Mom, if they try to control her life just because she’s single again, you have to stand up to them. Okay? I mean it. I’ll handle Wiona’s next marriage myself.”
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the hallway. Kyle froze, then rushed across the room and yanked open the door. No one was there, just broken pieces of a vase scattered across the floor. The house felt eerily quiet, shadows stretching down the long hallway as Kyle stared out, a knot of worry tightening in his chest.
That spot… Could it really be…?
“Is anyone there?” he called out. “Did someone just come by?”
A maid poked her head out, looking lost. “No, I didn’t see anyone.”
But Kyle wasn’t convinced. He hurried up the stairs, heading straight for Wiona’s room. He knocked. No answer. He didn’t wait—he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was dark, only the glow from his phone lighting the space. Wiona lay perfectly still on the bed. Kyle didn’t relax, not for a second.
“Wiona?”
No response. He watched her face, searching for any sign she was faking it. Nothing. Finally, he let out a slow breath.
“Don’t blame me. I’m doing this for you. I’ll keep you safe from now on.”
He reached out, gently brushing the hair away from her ear. Then he stopped cold. There was a tiny red mole on her skin—Wiona didn’t have one there.


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