Isabella’s playful demeanor evaporated instantly as she caught sight of the evidence glaring back at her. Her face paled, and her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, searching for words that would never come.

I leaned back in my chair, maintaining a calm exterior, though my heart pounded with adrenaline. The rest of the dinner guests were silent, eyes darting between Isabella, my brother, and me—unsure where this bombshell would land next. The tension was palpable, almost as thick as the red wine that still stained the center of the table.