Elena felt her hands clench as she watched Evan carefully.
To everyone else, he looked like a grieving husband. But she knew better. She knew that this was not real. This was just an act.
Her gaze shifted to the side.
Vanessa stood nearby, holding onto another member of the family. Her face showed sorrow, and her eyes appeared moist, as if she had suffered a great loss.
The rest of the Cross family stood together, each one looking affected by the tragedy.
But Elena could see through all of it.
Every expression was controlled, and every movement was deliberate. Everything had been carefully planned. The fire, the timing, the presence of the reporters, and even Evan's emotional outburst had all been arranged. It was not a moment of grief but a complete performance.
