Chapter 80 EIGHTY

Nadia stared at the photograph on Damien’s phone.

Their house.

Their bedroom window.

The angle was wrong.

Not from the street.

Not from across the road.

From somewhere inside the compound.

Her stomach tightened.

“Damien…”

“I know.”

His voice was low.

Too calm.

That was how Nadia knew he ...

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