Ivan’s POV

Kirill’s words hung in the air like smoke after a fire. “After all, I almost killed your beloved wife, brother.”

I walked closer, stopping just a few metres away. The air between us felt thick, charged with years of unspoken things. “You poisoned my wife,” I repeated the words that a part of me didn't want to accept

He did not deny it. He simply tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was a puzzle he had already solved. “I did what needed to be done,” I ...