The night felt unusually quiet after all the chaos. The police cars had long gone, their flashing lights fading into the distance. Rosemary and Adrian stood outside the villa, the air cold and heavy with everything left unsaid.

Rosemary’s hands trembled slightly as she rubbed them together. “I still can’t believe it’s finally over,” she whispered, her voice raw and soft.

Adrian glanced at her, his eyes filled with exhaustion and something deeper—remorse. “It should’ve been over long ago,” he murmured. “If only I’d trusted you sooner… maybe none of this would’ve happened.”

Rosemary turned her gaze toward the horizon. “You don’t get to blame yourself for everything, Adrian. We...