She shook her head, her jaw clenched. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her question wasn’t directed to me, but to Ella. The hurt in her eyes was obvious.
“I couldn’t,” Ella said softly.
“She’s only known the whole truth for a few weeks,” I admitted.
“And I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep the secret if you knew the full truth,” Ella said sadly.
The hurt in Elizabeth’s eyes was undeniable. But there was something else too—understanding. I hadn’t expected that.
The King exhaled heavily, running a hand over his face. “As insane as your confession sounds,” he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion, “it aligns with the confessions we’ve already received.”
My breath caught. “Confessions?”
The King nodded. “David, Amanda, Archer… even Diana. They all painted the same
