"You knew it was me all along?"
I nodded.
"Then why did you still...?"
"Because I'm willing to be your pawn. If you want to break off the engagement, I'll help you. If you want to hand me over to Dylan as a gift, I'll help you do that too. Even if it means..."
"Even if it means what?" Grant pressed, his voice strained. The hand holding my phone shook badly.
I said nothing. Instead, I gripped his hand and tapped open another picture. It showed the same messages sent from a different number.
The number belonged to Dylan.
"If you hadn't shown up, I would've used the doctored screenshot to issue a public statement condemning Dylan for what he'd done. I would've kept you out of it completely. I want to see you succeed without a stain on your name, even if I have to go to hell for it."
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