Sarah’s pov.
The sun was up when I woke up. I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, rereading Richard’s message over and over.
“Wesley’s been using you, Sarah. He’s my rival. That’s the only reason he got close to you.”
It didn’t make sense. Wesley? My Wesley? The man who had been there for me when I needed support the most?
The same man who helped me launch my business, who believed in me? My stomach twisted as the doubt began creeping in.
I replayed everything Wesley had said, all those times he praised my work. Was it all just a ploy?
I got up and started pacing, trying to make sense of it. Richard and Wesley had never crossed paths in front of me.
I hadn’t known they were rivals, though Richard was always private about his business dealings.
But now that I thought about it,
