“Aiden!” I called out, running toward him.
“Emmaline, what’re you doing here, the fire…” He trailed off when he saw Elena.
I hugged him, burying my face in his chest. “Aiden, you didn’t believe me before, right?”
He coughed. “This can’t be good for the baby, come on, Emmaline—”
“I have proof, Aiden!” I snapped, my gaze shifting to Elena.
“I have proof that she planned everything, even this fire!”
Something flickered in Aiden’s and this time, it stayed.
“Don’t believe me,” I rushed, “I’ll show you.”
I opened the recording, and just as I was about to press play, a message popped up.
Or rather, a photo. I glanced from Aiden to Elena, catching a smile on her lips.
Why was she smiling? She was about to be exposed so…
Did it have something to do with the message?
“Aiden,” sh
