It was a sad goodbye, but it was better I remembered him as the lovestruck fool he was for Katherine rather than my doting husband.

Katherine's smile was wide when I set her clothes down on a table in the stall.

"I can't imagine losing a sister and husband in the same year." She sighed, dramatically.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying, it's only a matter of time till Nathan gets bored of all the weeping and moaning."

All I could do was stare, wondering what made her act so boldly when, up until that moment, she had been playing the friend role so well.

"Is there something you'd like to say to me, Katherine?"

Katherine took her time putting on her dress and taking a picture in it before she responded.

"I've already said all I need to. Unless you're too stupid to know how a flash drive works."

Realization dawned on me, and I froze.

She knew.

My Private Investigator was the best in the business. He had kept such a low profile not even Nathan had known I hired him, so how could she?

Unless...

I tried to remember the envelope—yellow and discreet, without any hint of who had given it to the delivery guy.

I had just assumed it was the Private Investigator, but when I tried to recall any sign of a sender, I came up with nothing.

Insisting Nathan had to see her dress, Katherine handed me her phone and left the stall before I could question her.

Looking down at her screen, I expected to see the selfie she had just taken but was met with a picture that sent a chill running down my spine.

It was a picture of a familiar hand—limp and pale, with a blue friendship bracelet that I knew well because I had made it for Bella.

It confirmed my suspicions that Katherine had sent that flash drive and she was taunting me about it.

Bella had been reduced to a part of her sick games.

The tears I had sworn not to shed ran down my cheeks before I could stop them, and my hands trembled with rage.

I would leave to protect my child, but first, I was going to make Nathan and Katherine pay for what they had done.

Wiping my tears away, I searched through Katherine's phone until I found what I was looking for—her husband, Francis Salford's number.

Rose's POV

The café was cat-themed and filled to the brim with giggling enthusiasts.

My assigned guards hated it, always choosing to wait outside but remaining close enough to rush in if anything went down.

It was the perfect place to meet Stephen, the private investigator.