Arya could hardly believe Isabel’s audacity. Her voice trembled with anger as she glared at the Mother Superior. “Don’t sit there on your high horse, pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

Isabel sighed, placing her reading glasses delicately on the table. “I get that you’re the wife of a very powerful man, a Don, but Arya, I don’t need to hear about the issues in your marriage. I have done nothing wrong, and I genuinely have no idea what you’re accusing me of.”

Arya recoiled, taken aback by the indifference in Isabel’s tone. “What? Why would you say that?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Isabel responded sharply, her expression unreadable....