A week before Tyler was set to relocate out of state, he came by the house to sign the final structural titles. He looked remarkably relaxed, his vanity already smoothing over the loss of his local properties. “You know, she doesn’t even know about you,” Tyler mentioned casually, a smug smile playing on his lips. “I kept my past life completely segregated so I could start fresh with her legal and financial teams. It was cleaner that way.”
Isabella set her coffee cup down, her expression entirely unreadable. “That’s funny,” she said softly. “Because I actually know her.” Tyler blinked, caught off guard. “What?” “You’re very lucky to have found her, Tyler,” Isabella continued, her tone smooth and pleasant. “She’s got quite the legendary history back in our old hometown.”
Tyler’s face lit up with relief and triumph. “See? I knew it all worked out in the end. She’s an elite, high-society player. I’m glad your outlook to this whole thing is finally more logical, Isabella. No hard feelings.” He grabbed his coat, completely blind to the trap he was sprinting toward.