Sarah’s POV.
The evening was painfully quiet. I sat on the couch, my phone on the table in front of me, but I wasn’t really looking at it.
My mind was a mess, replaying every conversation I’d had with Wesley over the past few months.
Every piece of advice, every encouraging word— it all just part of some bigger plan. A plan to use me as a pawn in his game against Richard?
I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe that Wesley had manipulated me like that.
But after what I’d heard in the cafe, after the way he talked so casually about business and competition, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Richard had been right all along. Wesley had used me.
A knock on the door broke the silence. My heart jumped. I didn’t have to guess who it was. Wesley. Of course, it was Wesley.
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