"Brother, why are you pretending to be so serious? No one knows we’re not really related by blood. Didn’t you do enough to confront me when we were in love?"
They chatted almost every day. And every time Tristan told me he was out socializing, he was actually on his way to see Faye.
But that wasn’t the only betrayal I uncovered.
I made another discovery—one that shattered the last remnants of trust I had left.
The notebook I had used to record my years of medical knowledge—the one containing unique theories and findings that could revolutionize medicine—was missing. That notebook had been my life's work, a collection of medical truths I had painstakingly practiced and refined. If I had applied for a patent, it would have been worth hundreds of billions.
It disappeared on the third day after I married into the Sinclair Family.
I searched the entire estate, desperate to find it, but it was nowhere to be seen. Tristan had told me it must have been misplaced during the move. At the time, I believed him.
I never expected that he had given it to Faye.
I gripped my phone tightly, my heart numb with disappointment. Without hesitation, I sent a message to a contact I had prepared long ago.