Chapter 281

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"What is it that I want to know?"

Giselle hesitated for a moment before clicking into the message. The file was extensive, packed with written details—and photos.

By the time she'd scrolled through everything, her face had gone ghostly pale. Her grip on her phone was so tight it looked as though she might shatter the

screen.

This was exactly what she'd wanted to know.

Every detail from seven years ago, all the secrets and tangled history between Lysander, Mila, and Forrest during her time abroad-it was all laid out, stark and undeniable.

She didn't know who sent the information, but it matched her own research, only with even more excruciating detail.

Almost all of it was true.

So...

"You lied to me."

Her voice was barely a whisper. "Lysander, you actually lied to me."

The words had barely left her lips before she snapped. The phone flew from her hand and smashed into the wall, the screen exploding in a spray of glass.

But even that didn't come close to quelling the rage inside her.

Like a woman possessed, Giselle tore through the room, ripping and smashing everything within reach. Her eyes were bloodshot, burning with venom and hysteria.

"Lysander! How dare you lie to me!"

the floor amidst the wreckage, gasping for breath. One trembling hand covered her face as she sobbed, her shoulders shaking. When she finally looked up, there was

make my life hell, then don't think you'll

will

found her backup phone. She took a screenshot of one

the person in this photo

this address tomorrow and meet me. Come

next day-Bamboo Grove, art

Julian how to paint when her

On the screen was a photo of a pair of hands bruised,

sender's last name

Giselle Harvey?

doubted the parents would

why would Giselle send her something like

the photo, Mila felt a knot

a reason-it had to be

Someone important.

Who could it be?

Giselle's number,

and again—each time the call was declined. It was clear Giselle would only talk

Should she go?

The next day.

café in

in a private booth, a single cup

printed

her guest hadn't arrived. Giselle

the door swung open. Mila stepped in, wearing a wide-brimmed

and said coldly, "I told you to

at all," Mila replied, settling into the seat across from her, face expressionless.

it was Giselle who'd

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