Roderick pressed his fingers to his temple, his jaw clenched in anger. "My uncle knew about my affair with Orabela all along," he muttered bitterly, fists tightening. "He's been sitting on evidence, waiting for the perfect moment to use it against me."
Earlier, as he prepared for bed, the call from Orabela had shattered what little peace he had. She told him how Layla had stormed into her house, publicly accusing them of betrayal. To make matters worse, Lucius had chosen that moment to unveil the damning photos of them, showing them to Layla's family, leaving no room for denial.
Roderick paced the balcony, running his hand through his hair in frustration. The betrayal from someone he had always respected, someone he'd trusted as an elder, stung deeply.
"I treated him like family, gave him my respect," he whispered through gritted teeth. "But now, it's my turn to play my hand, Uncle Lucius." His jaw tightened with cold resolve as the wind whipped around him.
