Chapter 158. Fate and Risk

Cynthia’s POV

The paper is still folded.

It lies on the table in front of me, untouched, unopened — exactly as I left it hours ago. My fingers had grazed it, curled around the edges with glee… but I never unfolded it. I didn’t need to. Not then.

Because in my mind, I already knew.

I was so sure.

I paced the room, a twisted sort of joy rushing through me, playing out every possible scenario of Isabel’s downfall. Her face when she finds out. The silence. The collapse of that perfect little world she’d rebuilt.

I imagined it all — built an empire of vengeance in my head before even reading the truth.

But now… now the silence feels heavier.

My chest tightens as I sit before the paper again.