CHAPTER 2: The Truth No One Expected
Her heels clicked softly against the marble.
Each step felt louder than thunder.
Guests leaned in.
Emily’s voice trembled at first.
“He didn’t just follow me…” she said. “He’s been controlling everything.”
Logan’s jaw tightened.
“That’s ridiculous—”
But Thomas raised one hand.
And the doors opened again.
A man in a dark suit entered—calm, precise.
“Private investigator,” Thomas said. “Hired three months ago.”
The man placed a thin folder on a nearby table.
Inside it?
Photos. Messages. Financial records.
Patterns.
Proof.
Emily swallowed hard.
“He isolated me from my friends. Checked my phone. Decided who I could speak to… and when I tried to leave—”
Her voice broke.
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The emerald-dress woman covered her mouth in shock.
Logan’s smirk vanished completely.
