Trishal’s POV
I had a long, restful night and I felt better, probably because I had made peace with the fact that I was a bad person.
I chuckled wickedly at the mirror, trying to perfect my signature villain laugh. Then I went to the bathroom with my phone in hand, scrolling through messages with my left hand while brushing my teeth with the other.
I had six missed calls and two voice recordings from Ariana and Neymar, both just checking up on me and asking me to call when I saw their messages.
I'd do that later. I went through my messages next. Nothing of much significance, not until a particular one caught my attention. It was a message from Adrian, but it had been deleted.
A deleted message from Adrian. Was he hiding something from me?
Why would he do that to my fragile state o
