Lexi clenched her fists in fury, her jaw tightening as her suspicions settled into certainty. “Emma!” she seethed through gritted teeth. Of course it had to be her. The smugness, the timing, the twisted satisfaction laced into the message—it was all Emma.
Without wasting another second, she pulled up her messages and typed furiously.
To: Julian
I don’t know what kind of games your daughter is playing, but I just received threatening footage of me in your room—your house, Julian. Handle her.
She stared at the message for a moment, debating whether to hit send. But she was too angry to hesitate. She pressed the button and dropped the phone onto her desk like it had burned her fingers. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she paced the room. Her thoughts were spiraling. If Emma was bold en
