Jarod stormed into his car, his face tight with frustration. He slammed the door shut, gripping the steering wheel as his mind raced. Anger still simmered beneath the surface. “This didn’t work out,” he muttered, a sly smirk forming on his lips. “But at least I get to know Gabriel’s weakness.” His expression turned smug as he reached for his phone and quickly typed a message to Tamara: "I’m going to make him reveal the truth. Let’s work together."Satisfied, he sent the message and immediately made another call. His tone was cold and direct. "Set up a good dinner date for two. Make it perfect." He ended the call and leaned back in his seat, his smirk deepening as he envisioned his next move. His eyes gleamed with the thrill of manipulation.---Back in the cell, a heavy silence hung between Gabriel and Tamara. Gabriel's earlier statement still lingered in the air, creating a cloud of tension and uncertainty."Let’s see about that," Tamara finally murmured, her eyes never leaving his f

Camella glanced around, taking in the elaborate décor and candlelit surroundings. She smiled faintly. "I don’t usually like open setups this much, but I appreciate the gesture."Internally, Jarod cursed her for not enjoying what he’d painstakingly arranged. He forced a smile and spoke with a hint of sarcasm. "Well, I guess it’s just one more thing to add to the list."Camella eyed him curiously. "You seemed to have spent a lot on all this, Gabriel."Jarod puffed out his chest a little. "Yeah, I spent roughly $1 million to create this special night for us... for you."Her utensils clattered onto her plate, her mouth falling open in shock. "You spent $1 million? On this? Why?"Jarod raised an eyebrow. "What? It’s a special occasion, right?""Gabriel, you've never been this extravagant before," she said, her voice soft but incredulous. "I appreciate it, but... it’s too much."Jarod hung his head slightly, mentally cursing again. "What kind of life did Gabriel live? This guy has over 500

Jarod burst into a mocking laughter that echoed through the speaker. His voice shifted from amusement to cold menace. “Don’t dare me, Gabriel Wellington. You know exactly what I’m capable of.”Gabriel clenched his fists, fury burning in his eyes. “Don’t underestimate me, Jarod. You’re nothing,” he snapped.Jarod’s laughter returned, chilling and condescending. “Really? That’s rich, coming from someone who can’t even leave that well-built, mechanized cell of his.”Gabriel’s voice trembled with rage. “You’ll pay for everything you’ve done, you coward!”But Jarod only laughed harder, enjoying every moment of Gabriel’s anger. “We’ll see about that.” With a click, the call ended abruptly, leaving Gabriel seething.Gabriel’s gaze shifted to Tamara, who stood quietly nearby. His look was so intense that it unsettled her.“The ball is in your court now, Gabriel,” Tamara said simply before turning and walking away, leaving the cell.Outside, Tamara pulled out her phone and immediately called Ja

Camella's words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, suffocating them both."What nonsense are you saying? I... I am your husband - Gabriel," Jarod said, his voice faltering slightly as he tried not to stammer.Camella’s eyes narrowed. "No. You're not my Gabriel.""I'm the one," he insisted. "Are you saying this because of the slap? I'm sorry!"She shook her head, her voice growing colder. "Your eyes." She pointed directly at his face. Jarod instinctively rubbed his forehead in realization. She had seen his real eyes because he had taken off the contact lenses in the middle of the night. The discomfort had been unbearable, and he wanted to feel his real eyes again, even if just for a little while."I’m your husband," he repeated.Camella shook her head again, firmer this time. "Gabriel doesn't have brown eyes. You... you're not him.""Are you stupid?" he barked. "I'm Gabriel. Didn’t I tell you the other day that I wear contact lenses to protect my eyes?""Your natural eye color is haze

Inside the house, Camella was walking down the stairs, her mind racing. As she reached the bottom, she overheard a conversation between Anna and Marie."Aunt Marie, I never knew Gabriel's natural eye color was brown until last night," Anna said casually.Marie’s brow furrowed. "Brown? No, dear. Gabriel has hazel eyes. Always has.""What?" Anna looked confused.Marie repeated herself, her voice firm. "My son has hazel eyes, not brown. I think there’s some confusion."Anna’s face faltered, her gaze shifting away. "Oh, I must have been mistaken." Camella froze, her eyes narrowing. "Gabriel told me his eyes were brown? Why would he lie?" Her gaze settled on Anna, her anger rising."I think he's just playing some prank on you," Marie said, patting Anna's arm.Anna smiled faintly. "Okay then."Suddenly, Camella stepped forward, her face hardened with anger. Before anyone could react, she slapped Anna across the face. "You tramp!" Camella shouted, grabbing Anna’s arm. "How dare you seduce m