Nathan’s pov

I couldn’t believe it. Our once cozy and tidy sanctuary of the living room lay in disarray. Cushions were scattered across the floor furniture was overturned, and shattered glass crunched beneath my feet. It was as if a tornado had ripped through our home, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

“What happened here?” Erica gasped.

“The house must have been broken into by some of Natalie’s people.” Daniel quipped. “The fucking bitch, even while she’s dead she ...