Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 190

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Izzy’s hands trembled as she slipped the last sheet back into the folder and closed it. The weight of it settled in her lap, but the real weight sat somewhere deeper–lodged in her chest.

She sat there for what felt like hours, unmoving, staring at the now–quiet study. The lamp cast a soft glow over the desk, the floor, her bare feet–but none of it registered.

She didn’t remember standing. Didn’t remember leaving the room. Only that, at some point, she was back in the bedroom, the folder still clutched in her arms like it might vanish if she let go.

She stared at Liam as he lay sound asleep, his breathing steady, the blanket pulled halfway over his chest. Peaceful. Unaware.

She didn’t say a word. Instead, she took a seat on the single armchair near the bed and stared at him, the folder resting against her knees.

She didn’t want to assume the worst. Didn’t want to believe Liam could hide something like this.

But what she’d read… it changed everything.

Her eyes dropped to the file again. Inside were reports–details not just about her grandfather’s death, but also her parents. The crash that had always been labeled an accident. The one she had learned to grieve without question.

Only now… it didn’t look like an accident at all.

In the past, she had asked Lawyer Alcaraz to look deeper into her parents‘ deaths, but the investigation yielded nothing new. She had suspicions, but these are useless in front of facts. It was ruled a car accident just outside of Florence. End of story.

But Liam’s files said otherwise. They included private investigator reports that pointed to possible tampering with the car’s brake system.

Even her grandfather’s death had been accepted as a sudden cardiac arrest.

There had never been any indication that it could be something more–until now.

But why was Liam hiding this information from her? What else was he hiding behind the scenes?

It made her wonder… and think of the worse.

Izzy woke with a dull throb behind her eyes. It took her a second to register where she was. Her fingers brushed against the sheets, soft and cool. She frowned. She didn’t remember getting into bed.

her legs. She had fallen asleep on the

The folder–Liam’s folder–was no longer in her lap. It sat

the

rang once, then twice.

when she heard the familiar ringtone echoing faintly–from

breath, ended the call, and turned toward the sound. She didn’t know why, but

her holding the folder. What was she

breakfast were already on the table–toast, eggs, roasted tomatoes, and a

she entered.

thought he’d bring it up first. But instead, he was asking about drinks like it was

slowly.

looked uncomfortable,” Liam replied, setting her cup down on the counter. “Didn’t want you waking up with a sore

briefly on the coffee, then drifted back to him. “You

“I did.”

then made breakfast?”

figured

didn’t respond right away. The casual rhythm of it–the normalcy–only made

took a bite of the toast

him. She picked up the spoon and took a

was right. She

Neither

few minutes, the only sounds in the kitchen were the soft clink of utensils and the low hum of the refrigerator. She reached for the toast and

soup,” Liam said, wiping his mouth with a

the night before. The moment she found him nearly slumped against Mondo. The way he’d barely made it to bed. The weight of his body. His silence. And of course, the kiss in front of

spoon down gently. “Was it

the rim of his coffee cup. He looked at

looked–he stared. And she felt it. Felt him searching her face like he already knew the thoughts circling in her

heavier now, as if something was finally being acknowledged but neither of them wanted to be the first to say it out

hated Liam’s father and how he still

felt like forever. “We had

didn’t know that