The rain hasn’t stopped since afternoon.
It drums against the tall windows of the Reyes penthouse, turning the city outside into a blur of gray lights and restless shadows. The sound is relentless, like the city itself is reminding me that storms don’t end just because you want them to.
I stand near the window with my arms wrapped around myself. My phone screen glows faintly in my hand.
The message.
The video.
The humiliation.
Marcus Dela Torre and I.
In a parking garage.
Too close.
Too intimate.
Too convincing.
Anyone watching it would believe the same thing. That I betrayed Adrian Reyes.
My stomach twists.
I should leave.
That thought has been circling my mind for the last hour. Leave before Adrian sees it. Leave before he looks at me with disappointment. Leave before he co
