Isla POV
My lips trembled the moment Chase asked the question. My entire world shrank to the sound of his voice, low and sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade pressed against my throat. My heart hammered so loudly I could barely hear my own breath. My fingers dug into the sheets as I stared at my lap, unable to lift my eyes to his.
“W… what do you mean?” I whispered, though the words felt pathetic even as they left my mouth. My voice was barely more than a squeak.
Chase took a step closer.
It felt like the room shrank.
“Do not play dumb,” he said quietly. His voice was calm, controlled, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. “You are not Cassandra. I have known since the moment you walked down the aisle.”
My lungs seized.
I tried to speak, but my voice broke into scatt
