Chapter 114 : Unraveling the Past

George

I sit at my desk, flipping open the cover of the folder and pulling out the documents. I scan the first page, my eyes moving rapidly across the words, not fully comprehending at first. It's like my brain refuses to accept what I'm reading.

"Ella was telling the truth..." I mutter under my breath, unable to wrap my mind around the possibility.

Three years. It's been three long years since that night, the night my life took a turn I never saw coming. I'd convinced myself that Ella had orchestrated everything, had manipulated me into that disastrous marriage. But now... I look down at the words again, feeling the weight of them in a new way.

"Everyone was looking for a scapegoat," Allen says as he watches me go through the folder. "It was easier to blame her than to dig deeper."

I squeeze the bridge of my nose, the onset of a headache starting to pulse behind my eyes.

"George," Allen says, his voice soft but insistent, "you have to understand, there's more."