Brenda’s POV
With my arms folded and my heart racing, I stood before Tony. I could still clearly remember the message on my phone. You're more gullible than I assumed if you believe Tony, is your saviour.
I had already disregarded too many warning signs.
Not anymore.
I made my shoulders square. "Tony, tell me the truth."
His look grew gloomy. Brenda—
"No more excuses," I cut in, my tone piercing. "Enough with half-truths. No more games. Really, who are you? What on earth is your relationship with Daniel?
There was silence between us.
With a groan, Tony combed through his hair. He seems... worn out. It was almost as though he had been anticipating this.
He whispered, "You won't like what I have to say."
"Give me a try."
His jaw clenched as he slumped back against the couch. "Dani
