Chapter 148. The Truth that Broke Us

Alexander’s POV

The door clicks open as I step inside the house with Mother.

The soft tune of a jazz song floats through the living room, slow and airy like the aftermath of a toast. Cynthia dances alone—wine in hand, hair loosely pinned, her dress glinting in the light as if she’s celebrating something only she knows.

My jaw clenches.

I walk straight to the speaker and turn off the music.

She turns slowly, surprised, raising her glass mid-air like she just noticed us.

“Oh… you’re back?” she says lightly, her tone breezy. “The event’s already over?”

Something in her voice irks me. I don’t miss the sly curiosity behind her words.

I stare at her. My mind replays the scene—the flash of her sl