AUSTIN’S POV
“This isn’t over Austin!” Chloe yelled at the top of her lungs as the officers pulled her to the car.
I didn’t blink.
I stood smiling, hands in pockets. Let her yell. Let her curse. This scene was exactly what I had hoped for. And hearing those last desperate words only made her fall from grace all the more delicious.
She had no idea how easily she would walk into the trap.
The burner phone was my trump card. I never planned to use it for anything other than keeping it out of Zoe’s reach, just to control the narrative and to keep her from hearing more of Chloe’s poisonous lies.
But as I watched Zoe distanced herself from me, I knew hiding the phone wasn't enough.
I needed to be sure.
So when the idea struck to use the phone to lure Chloe into a trap—I didn’t hesitat
