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.

had fallen asleep

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

grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Without

line rang once, then twice.

halfway down the hall when she heard the familiar ringtone echoing faintly–from

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

folder. What was she thinking? Liam isn’t that childish!

counter, pouring coffee. Plates of breakfast were already on the table–toast, eggs, roasted tomatoes, and a small bowl of hangover soup.

her as she entered. “You’re

hadn’t expected that. She thought he’d be anxious. She thought he’d bring it up first. But instead, he

stepped in slowly. “You moved me?”

down on the counter. “Didn’t want you waking

drifted back to him.

“I did.”

made breakfast?”

figured food would

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

casually took a bite of the toast before

from him. She picked up the spoon and took a bite of the tomatoes. It was still warm. Her stomach welcomed it, and suddenly she realized just how hungry she was.

was right. She needed it.

Neither did

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

the soup,” Liam said, wiping his mouth with a

barely made it to bed. The weight of his

her spoon down gently. “Was it because of your father?”

over the

Felt him searching her face like he already knew the thoughts circling in her

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 to

and how he still had this power over Liam.

after what felt like

because he didn’t know that you