Chapter 199

Camille sat at their kitchen table, watching Alexander pour coffee into two mugs. His movements were the same as always - careful, precise, loving. He added cream to hers without asking, remembering exactly how she liked it. The small gesture that used to make her heart warm now felt like another piece of evidence in his performance.

She’d barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those photographs of Victoria. The security plans. Richard Pierce’s journal entries filled with pain and anger. Alexander’s handwritten revenge list with dates that proved he’d planned their wedding knowing the truth about his uncle.

“You’re quiet this morning,” Alexander said, setting her mug down and kissing the top of her head. Another normal gesture that now felt poisoned.

Camille wrapped her fingers around the warm ceramic, needing something solid to hold onto. “We need to talk.”

Something in her tone made Alexander pause. He sat down across from her, his dark eyes