"What the hell is Ashley up to?"
I needed to stay calm and keep my cool. I quickly stepped out of the bathroom.
If Ashley was spying on me, there had to be more cameras. Pretending to look for my phone, I walked around the house.
Sure enough, there were cameras everywhere. My bedroom, the closet, and even the bathroom. She had me under 360-degree surveillance.
While Ashley was out for her night class, I went through her room. That's when I realized just how deeply she "loved" me.
She had hidden photos of us under her vanity mirror.
In the photos, Jane's face was scratched out with a knife, and between Ashley and me, she had drawn a heart.
Our pajamas were hanging together on the same hanger in her closet.
But the worst part...
Her underwear was neatly folded with mine and placed under her pillow.
A chill ran down my spine.
I couldn't even imagine what else she might have hidden that I hadn't found yet.
If that's the case, maybe it's time to test her. See if she had anything to do with Jane's death.
I bought some takeout and alcohol, waiting for her to get home from work.
When she walked in and saw me sitting on the couch, her eyes lit up.
After a few drinks, she was tipsy.