Lexi
The cab ride back to my apartment felt like the longest twenty minutes of my life. Jerome followed in a separate car, maintaining his protective distance while I tried to process everything that had just happened.
Giselle's words echoed in my mind: "He's not the man you think he is, Lexi. He's charming, yes. Attentive when he wants to be. But he's also controlling. He needs to own everything and everyone around him."
I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to push away the memory of her voice, so confident and matter-of-fact. She'd spoken like someone sharing an unfortunate truth, not someone spinning lies.
But it was the photos that haunted me most. The one she'd shown me looked so real, Lucian in a navy suit I recognized, sitting across from her at what appeared to be an u
