Instead, she reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and dialed a number.


    It was time. Time to finally take down Thomas Wace and his aplice.


    Xander no longer waited for Fiona to wake up. He didn’t need to. The truth had already beenid bare before him, raw and undeniable. He and Samantha left immediately, heading straight for Radiantia.


    They stared up at the imposing Wace Enterprise building. Samantha hesitated before asking, "Do you want to go inside? See him?"


    Xander didn’t respond right away. His gaze remained locked onto the building—the ce that had once been his future, his birthright.


    "If things had been different," he murmured after a long silence, "Maybe Xavier and I would’ve worked here together. Maybe I would’ve been the COO, standing beside him, sharing in thepany’s sesses instead of..." He trailed off, his voice hollow, his hands tightening into fists.


    Samantha closed her eyes, swallowing down the ache in her chest. She had never seen Xander like this before—so vulnerable, so utterly lost.


    She reached out and ced a hand on his shoulder, offering silentfort.


    She had done horrible things to Anastasia, things she couldn’t take back. And for what? For a lie. Because she had been so blinded by her love for Xander, she had be an aplice to his vengeance. And now, all that was left in its wake was guilt. Crushing, suffocating guilt.


    Meanwhile, inside the towering building, Xavier sat in his office, his eyes fixed on the security feed. He zoomed in on the figures standing outside thepany entrance.


    A man in a ck mask.


    But Xavier didn’t need to see his face to know who it was.


    His twin.


    His expression remained unreadable as he stared at the screen. His name had finally been cleared, and the brother who had betrayed him now stood outside his doorstep.


    Despite everything Xander had done, Xavier couldn’t bring himself to feel anger.


    Only pity.


    He pushed himself up from his chair, straightened his suit, and strode out of the office.


    By the time he reached the entrance, Xander and Samantha were already turning to leave.


    "And where do you think you’re going?" Xavier’s voice cut through the air like a de.


    Xander stiffened. Slowly, he turned around.


    "Brother..."


    Xavier arched a brow at the word, but he said nothing.


    Xander took a shaky breath. "He’s caused too much damage to our rtionship. He deserves to be punished for what he’s done." He hesitated, as if struggling with his own words, then looked up at Xavier with something that almost resembled desperation. "Take me home."


    Xavier studied him for a long moment.


    Xander had no right to ask for such a thing. No right to im a home he had abandoned.


    But there was something in his voice—something raw, something broken.


    Without a word, Xavier turned and walked toward his car.


    Xander and Samantha took that as a sign and silently followed behind, heading to their car.


    Meanwhile, across the city


    Thomas Wace hasn’t slept.


    He had spent the night at a club instead, drowning himself in alcohol, trying to push away the gnawing fear wing at his gut.


    How had Xander found out the truth?


    And what was going to happen now?


    His hands trembled as he brought another ss to his lips, downing the drink in one gulp.


    "This is bad," he muttered under his breath.


    Bruce, sitting beside him, let out a heavy sigh. He, too, was at a loss.


    "There’s still a chance this is all a setup," Bruce said weakly. "Maybe it’s a misunderstanding."


    Mr. Wace stared at him as if he’d lost his mind.


    "You’ve been here for too long and your wife has been calling you nonstop," Bruce reminded.


    "What if <i>he’s </i>already there waiting for me?"


    "Xander? That’s impossible. Xander wouldn’t fly from mourwood to Radiantia just to—"


    "He flew from Xattlewood to Radiantia just to ask me questions regarding Arabe’s death, remember?" Mr Wace reminded.


    Bruce ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "So what do we do now?"


    Thomas didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled out his phone and called his wife.


    "Has anyonee by looking for me?" he asked, his voice sharp.


    "No," his wife replied. "Why? Should I be expecting someone?"


    Mr Wace exhaled, relieved.


    Maybe he still had time to fix this.


    He bid Bruce farewell and left the club, driving home.


    But when he arrived, his relief vanished.


    Xavier’s car was parked outside.


    His blood ran cold.


    "What the hell is he doing here?"


    A sense of dread settled in his stomach as he stepped into the house.


    And then—he froze.


    Standing in the living room, waiting for him, were his two identical sons.


    Both ring at him with fire in their eyes.


    "Hello... Father," Xander sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.