"Watching you live like a dog every day... even I'm starting to feel sorry for you."
"Fine. I'll be generous and let you die with some clarity." Her smile sharpened. "That night—when you and Hubert were drugged? That was me."
She turned the tablet toward me.
On the screen, surveillance footage played in crisp detail: Narelle, tipping white powder into my glass.
My first instinct was to snatch the tablet and rush to show Sebastian the evidence.
But when he saw the surveillance footage, his eyes turned cold as ice.
"Narelle was right. To cover up your filthy affair, you really would frame her for it."
The AI-generated watermark at the end of the video destroyed me completely.
Narelle threw herself into Sebastian's arms, sobbing. He stroked her hair, comforting her, while his lips curled into a sneer aimed at me.
"Like mother, like daughter. Your mother must have been the same—couldn't keep her legs closed, cheated on your father, then killed herself out of guilt when she was about to be caught."