(Victoria's POV)
Aurora left without looking back. She didn't give me a single second to argue.
I sat alone in the café for a long time. The coffee in front of me turned cold, an oily film forming on the surface. Her words about the study echoed in my mind like a curse.
I stood up, smoothing my skirt with trembling hands. I walked out and signaled my driver.
"Home. Now."
The car tore through the streets of Los Angeles. When we arrived at the estate, the house was quiet. Jasper hadn't returned.
I marched up the stairs, bypassing my own room, and went straight to my son's study. The door creaked as I pushed it open. The room smelled of old paper and the sandalwood cologne Jasper wore.
I walked behind the heavy mahogany desk. There, hidden behind a false panel in the bookshelf, was the
