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.

the covers off her legs. She had fallen asleep on the armchair–she was sure

longer in her lap. It sat neatly on the bedside table. Closed. Undisturbed. Liam, however, was nowhere

it quickly, and grabbed her phone from the nightstand.

rang once, then twice.

heard the familiar ringtone echoing

call, and turned toward the sound.

saw her holding the folder. What was she thinking?

standing by the counter, pouring coffee. Plates of breakfast were already on the

entered. “You’re up. Coffee or

paused at the threshold. She hadn’t expected that. She thought he’d be anxious. She thought he’d bring it up first.

stepped in slowly. “You moved

the counter. “Didn’t want you waking up with a sore neck.”

the coffee, then drifted back to him.

“I did.”

made breakfast?”

I figured food would

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

as he casually took a bite of the toast before him.

and sitting across from him. She picked up the spoon and took a bite of the tomatoes. It was still warm. Her stomach

She

didn’t speak. Neither

soft clink of utensils and the low hum of the refrigerator. She reached for the toast and took a bite, chewing slowly,

the soup,” Liam said, wiping his mouth with

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 everyone. The public declaration-

down gently. “Was it because of

His hand stilled over the rim

she felt it. Felt him searching her face like he already knew the thoughts circling in her head.

away. But her hands curled slightly under the table. The air felt heavier now, as if something was finally being acknowledged but neither of them wanted to be the first to say it out loud. But what was she supposed

hated Liam’s father and how he still had

was,” he answered after what felt like

know that