His words hung in the air. Of course, things were missing—because I had been cleaning up my belongings.
I didn’t answer, and then, in an instant, Killian’s expression turned cold.
"Anastacia? What are you doing here?"
His eyes widened, and his voice shot up in panic, sharp and piercing.
Anastacia pressed her lips together in a feigned pout, her eyes brimming with faux innocence. Before she could speak, I spoke up for her.
"You didn’t take the document, so she came to deliver it."
Anastacia nodded eagerly. "Yes, that document is for tomorrow’s meeting. It’s very important."
Killian, now in his bathrobe, stormed out of the bathroom, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders. His expression was clouded with frustration.
Without a second thought, he turned to Anastacia, his tone sharp. "Take your documents and come upstairs with me to the study."
Then, his gaze softened as he turned to me. "Wife, it’s late. You should go to bed first. I’ll handle this and come back."
I nodded quietly, doing as he asked, and walked into the master bedroom. I even turned off the lights as I lay down.
Meanwhile, I could hear Killian and Anastacia walking into the study. The soft click of the door locking echoed through the quiet house.
The curtains were drawn, and everything was sealed off.
I stared at the study, now concealed behind closed doors and windows, and couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.
Did he really think I didn’t know what was going on?
What he didn’t realize was that I had installed a camera in his study long ago.
I turned on the computer and accessed the camera feed from the study. What I saw on the surveillance screen almost made me sick.
