Chapter 97

Shawn was pacing back and forth in the living room. When he spotted Josephine, a mix of nervousness and guilt crossed his face. "M-Mrs. Forbes, you're back." Josephine looked at him, confused. Zayn had been in a car accident, so it made sense he'd be worried, but why did he look so guilty? "Where's Zayn?" "H-He's upstairs." His stammering only heightened her suspicion, but she didn't probe further and headed to the second floor. Every corner of this house was familiar to her. She had chosen everything herself, from the soft carpets to the wallpaper. "Zayn would probably change them after the divorce," she thought. Even if he didn't bother, the next woman in his life wouldn't want to live with the remnants of his ex-wife. Reaching the bedroom door, she turned the handle and walked in without hesitation. The acrid smell of smoke hit her as soon as she stepped inside, and she frowned. Zayn smoked occasionally but never at home—and never in her presence. She wouldn't even have kn