Every word Adrian spoke was like an ice pick, driving straight into Livia's heart. She stared at the scattered photos on the floor. Her face turned paler and paler until she could no longer even form a complete excuse.
"Adrain… you're really misunderstanding me," Livia forced her breathing steady and grabbed his trouser leg. "It really only happened once. I just wanted to scare Anya a little. She's my best friend; how could I possibly hire someone to kill her?"
"Still lying at the edge of death," Adrian leaned against the arm of the sofa, his tone dropping even colder. "Do I have to bring the witness in front of you before you admit to what you've done?"
"I'm not lying… I…" Livia's eyes flickered, then she gritted her teeth. "I know. These photos must be fake. Anya did this to break us
