He Flew Home to Surprise His Wife… But What He Found in His Own Mansion Made His Blood Turn Ice Cold

Vanessa wore a designer dress and heels.

Ethan laughed loudly beside the bar, clearly enjoying the attention.

Then Ryan heard the sentence that made the blood drain from his face.

“A toast!” Ethan shouted, raising his glass.

“To Ryan’s transfers!”

The room burst into laughter.

Ryan stood near the entrance, hidden behind a tall decorative arrangement. No one noticed him.

His eyes scanned the room.

Searching for one person.

Isabella.

She should have been there—hosting the guests, welcoming everyone.

But she wasn’t.

Ryan felt the first knot of unease tighten in his chest.

He quietly slipped upstairs and walked into the master bedroom.