Trying to find a way out.
“There’s nothing going on,” he said.
Too quickly.
Too clean.
Too perfect.
And that’s when she knew.
The truth doesn’t rush.
The truth doesn’t stumble over itself.
The truth doesn’t sound rehearsed.
A tear slid down her cheek.
This time, she didn’t wipe it away.
“Then why,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together,
“does she know things about you… that I don’t?”
That hit him.
She saw it.
Clear as day.
His silence.
His hesitation.
His guilt.
And then—
The phone buzzed in her hand.
A new message.
From the same chat.
Both of them looked down at the screen.
And what appeared next…
made her blood run cold.
To be continued… PART 3
