Chapter Fifty-Nine
Venessa’s Point of View
Three whole days had officially passed by since that stressful afternoon at the children's community outreach center, and the mysterious bouquet of flowers was still sitting right there on the edge of my kitchen counter. The white lilies and deep purple roses were slowly starting to lose their vibrant color, their edges curling up and wilting away as the petals dropped onto the countertop one by one. Every single time I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water, those dying flowers served as a dark, silent reminder of the hidden trouble brewing in our lives.
The very same night the delivery arrived, Khalid had taken the handwritten note and the entire bouquet straight to his high-priced private investigator. He was completely, abs
