Rachel.
The name left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I had suspected she was involved, but the depth of her manipulation and control sent a fresh wave of anger through me. She had been lurking in the background, waiting for the perfect moment to strike—waiting for Mr. Timothy to be at his weakest, his most vulnerable. And when she had finally emerged from the shadows, she had done so with absolute certainty, wielding that video like a weapon aimed directly at his life.
Mr. Timothy’s expression darkened as he continued speaking, his voice hollow with the weight of his confession.
“I never even saw her coming,” he admitted. “I was too focused on Philip, on the betrayal, on the sheer disbelief of the situation. But she was there. She was always there.”
I clenched my fists. “She’s been black
