Then, without another glance, he wrapped his arms around Calla and turned away, leaving me stranded in the darkness of despair. I felt like I was drowning in an abyss, unable to escape.
Tears blurred my vision as I stared at the video playing on my phone. My fingers trembled, but I didn’t hesitate. I swallowed the pills the doctor had prescribed.
“What are you taking?”
A voice cuts through the silence. I turned and saw Alaric standing in the doorway, his tone laced with sudden nervousness. His eyes were fixed on me, concerned.
“Just a calcium supplement,” I replied calmly.
He relaxed at once and nodded.
“I left a document upstairs. I’ll be quick.”
As he turned and climbed the stairs, I picked up the phone he had carelessly left on the table.
I entered Calla’s birthday as the password. The screen lit up, revealing a seductive photo of her—artfully posed, barely clothed.
So his phone really was dual-system.
My stomach churned, but I forced myself to move quickly. I opened his chat app. At the top was a message thread with Calla. The second was a group chat labeled "VIP Access Thread."
I tapped it open.
What I saw nearly made the phone slip from my hands.