Chapter 861

Isabella's POV

I dropped my phone onto the bed and let out a slow, deliberate breath.

Then, I laughed.

A cold, sarcastic laugh that filled the silence of my dimly lit room.

Jason. Oh, Jason. Did he really think he could lie to me? 

Did he think he could boldly tell me that Layla was dead, as if I hadn’t seen her with my own eyes? As if I hadn’t watched her standing next to Logan in Puerto Rico, breathing, smiling…existing?

The fool.

I had given him a chance to confess, to admit what he had done…to admit that he had kept Layla alive all these years. 

But no. He had chosen to deny it, to play stupid, as if I didn’t already know the truth.

I shook my head, leaning back against the pillows.

Jason must have been shocked when I told him how I had already destroyed Logan and Layla’s so-called connection. 

That part had been easy. All it had taken was one well-placed truth: Logan is married to