Malena’s POV
“Do you like my gift?”
The message flashed on my phone screen, glowing brightly in the dimly lit room. I frowned, my thumb hovering midair as irritation bubbled in my chest, flaring into anger. It’s either a wrong number or the continuation of the prank of that evening. Whatever it was, I wasn’t in the mood for it. But before I could even drop my phone and focus on something more pressing, the three typing dots appeared, and I stiffened, now curious.
Then...another message dropped.
“Though you might want to remind your husband to stay quiet. I’m generous today, tomorrow, I won't be.”
My stomach churned. The curiosity instantly evaporated, leaving only rage in its wake.
I didn’t need a name to identify the unknown number glaring up at me.
I already knew who it was.
Rhys
