Laura slowly lifted her gaze to Edgar. There was no surprise in her eyes.

Only contempt.

“Your love should be at home,” she said quietly, her voice razor-sharp. “With your daughter. While your little wife thinks her husband’s at work.” She took a shaky breath, her chest burning. “Get out of here, Edgar. I never want to look at your face again.”

The silence inside the room turned suffocating.

Ísis felt it instantly — that was the breaking point. She stepped closer to the bed and gripped Laura’s