The apartment felt smaller.
Colder.
More dangerous.
Amelia stared at Damien, trying to process what he had just said.
She was Ethan's fiancée.
The words refused to settle.
Nothing about this situation made sense.
If the woman was Ethan's fiancée, why was she obsessed with Damien?
Why spend years creating fake photographs?
Why build an entire fantasy around a man she barely knew?
And most importantly—
What did she have to do with Jethro?
Amelia looked back at the journals.
Hundreds of pages.
Years of obsession.
Years of delusion.
Years of planning.
The realization made her skin crawl.
"This isn't love."
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Damien nodded.
"No."
A pause.
Then—
"It's something much worse."
Silence filled the apartment.
Then Amelia opened another jour
