Elena's POV
I thought to myself.
Did he know?
Was he blind?
Or was he part of it?
I closed the folder. Slowly. Carefully.
Like it could still explode in my hands.
"I need to see Julian."
"Elena—"
"I said I need to see him. Now."
Because this wasn't just betrayal anymore.
It was personal.
And blood always comes back to collect.
I didn't bother calling.
Didn't warn him I was coming.
Some truths don't wait for permission.
I drove straight to his place. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady—like something inside me had already decided what came next.
The building guard recognized me. He didn't ask questions. He just opened the gate.
I parked. Got out.
Walked up the steps like I'd done it a hundred times—like it was still mine to do.
But the house looked different.
Not in how it stood.
But in what it held now.
I rang the bell.
Waited.
When the door opened, Julian was there—half-buttoned shirt, eyes surprised.
"Elena?"
I didn't give him time to pretend.
