Her face was swathed in heavy bandages, only a pair of tear-swollen, pitiful eyes showing through.
She leaned weakly against Ethan, her voice trembling through the microphone:
“I… I’ll be fine. Even if my face is ruined, it doesn’t matter. I just don’t understand—why would my sister do this to LR? Those codes and data… they’re the work of so many people!”
She sobbed as she spoke, nearly collapsing from breathlessness at the end. Ethan immediately caught her in his arms, frantic with worry.
“Poor Miss Evans! That vile woman must’ve been jealous of her beauty!”
“That ex-employee is heartless—she deserves prison for life!”
The live comments exploded with sympathy and outrage.
Soon, someone dug up a photo of that “former employee.”
Who else could it be but me?
The internet erupted in disbelief. No one could fathom that I, Ethan’s so-called perfect partner, would betray his company.
And with each “kindly provided” leak, all our shadowy deeds were reframed as my personal crimes.
Every detail lined up seamlessly—it had all been prearranged.
Ethan, you guarded against me this thoroughly.
Just then, screeching tires and heavy footsteps sounded outside the motel.
“Room check! Open up!”
My heart stopped.