Secrets Beneath the Surface
The next morning came wrapped in storm clouds.
Rain splattered against the penthouse windows, streaking the glass in thin silver lines.
Lisa stood in front of the mirror, fastening the delicate clasp of her diamond bracelet.
Her reflection stared back at her, but her mind was elsewhere.
Last night’s video haunted her.
Tony whispering to her mother.
Her mother’s terrified eyes.
The unanswered questions.
Lisa’s fingers froze over the clasp.
Her throat tightened.
She wanted to scream.
But she would not.
Not yet.
Because the woman in the mirror was no longer the fragile wife Tony had once controlled.
This woman—the woman Lisa had become—knew how to survive storms.
She had learned to smile while planning war.
She had learned to kiss Liam while hiding
