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.

She had fallen asleep on the armchair–she was sure of it. But now she was in

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

it quickly, and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Without thinking, she dialed his number and rushed out of the

line rang once, then twice.

hall when she heard the familiar ringtone echoing faintly–from

sound. She didn’t know why, but she honestly thought that

saw her holding the folder. What was she thinking?

pouring coffee. Plates of breakfast were already on the table–toast, eggs, roasted

as she entered. “You’re up. Coffee or tea?”

expected that. She thought he’d be anxious. She thought he’d bring it up

in slowly. “You moved

replied, setting her cup down on the

then drifted back to him. “You

“I did.”

then made breakfast?”

figured food would help.”

right away. The casual rhythm of it–the normalcy–only

casually took a

chair back and sitting across from him. She picked up the spoon and took a bite of the

right. She

didn’t speak. Neither did

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 took a

said, wiping

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 everyone.

down gently. “Was it

stilled over the rim of his coffee

searching her

was finally being acknowledged but neither of them wanted to be the first

how he still had this power

felt like forever. “We had some… very

still because he didn’t know that you married me?” she