Chapter Forty-Four: Dead?

Alexander was dead. He was lying in front of her in cold bold. The lively face she adored so much was now pale as a sheet of paper. She was distorted, broken beyond repair. She touched him with shaky hands and her greatest nightmare came true. He wasn’t breathing, he heart wasn’t beating anymore, that rhythm she loves listening to is gone. Her children…their father is dead. She screamed with agony, shouting and begging him to wake up. Who would do such a unforgivable act? Isabella’s mind was racing. What had happened? Who had killed her husband? And why? She turned to the man who had led her here, searching for answers. But before she could speak, he pulled a gun from his pocket and aimed it at her. “You know too much,” he said, his voice cold and emotionless. “I’m sorry it had to end this way.” Isabella’s heart was pounding. She was frozen in terror, unable to move. She had so many questions, but they were all drowned out by the sound of the gun cocking. She closed her eyes. She