Nathan’s gaze was icy as he responded, his tone unnervingly calm. “I have proof. Camera footage. Anything you need.”

“That could all be fabricated!” Bella protested, her desperation clear.

Nathan’s jaw tightened as he stepped closer. “I saw you with my father, not once, but many times. This isn’t just evidence—it’s my memory. I was ten years old, Bella. A ten-year-old boy who witnessed everything.”

Bella stared at him, disbelief etched across her features. “How could ...