Mannie’s POV
I stared at Clarissa Lin’s number on my phone for a long time.
I wasn’t shaking.
I was boiling.
This wasn’t just about me anymore. This was about every woman Evan had hurt. Every victim who never got justice. Every woman who walked into that office scared of a man with power and a fake smile.
So I typed out the message.
"Your husband tried to force me into a hotel room tonight. I have the proof. You deserve to know the truth. Room 302, Northview Hotel. Come see for yourself."
I hit send before I could overthink it.
Then I sat back.
And waited.
Minutes passed.
Then an hour.
Nothing.
I refreshed my inbox. I checked my call log.
Still nothing.
One hour.
Two.
Still nothing.
Maybe she didn’t believe me. Maybe she blocked me. Maybe she was in denial.
Or maybe…
Ma
