**MATEO’S POV**

Fucking shit!

How?

I wanted Jake to turn the car around. I wanted to go back to that café and tear Nathan Hartley apart with my bare hands. But I couldn't. Not while Isabella was shaking like a leaf, her hand pressed white-knuckled against her stomach.

The ride back was a blur of high-speed turns and oppressive silence. When we reached the estate, I didn't wait for Jake. I scooped Isabella out of the car, ignoring her weak protests. She felt lighter than air, as if the truth had hollowed her out from the inside. I carried her to our room and stayed there for hours, stroking her...