"You think I did this?" Lola’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of her words was undeniable.
Yemi’s expression was a mask of ice. His gaze locked onto her, hard and unyielding. His silence was deafening, suffocating, louder than any accusation he could have thrown at her.
Lola’s hands clenched at her sides. "After everything, after all we’ve been through—you think I betrayed you?"
Yemi let out a short, hollow laugh. It wasn’t humor. It wasn’t even disbelief. It was something darker. "Tell me why I shouldn’t think that, Lola. Tell me why, every time I turn around, Desmond is there. And somehow, you’re always in the middle of it."
Lola’s pulse hammered against her ribs. "I told you, I didn’t know about that contract. I would never be part of anything that would hurt you."
