Evan’s POV
"What the bloody hell did you show Elena?"
My voice vibrated through the small apartment like thunder. I tightened my fingers around Tiffany’s throat just enough to keep her pinned flat against the drywall, my broad frame casting a towering, lethal shadow over her.
Tiffany choked, her manicured hands clawing frantically at my wrists, but her eyes weren't filled with submission. They flickered with a dark, bitter malice.
"I showed her the truth!" she gasped out, her voice raspy and strained as she glared up at me. "I didn't lie! I didn't edit a single second of that recording, Evan!"
"You cut the context, you snake!" I roared, my chest heaving against hers.
"What context?!" Tiffany snapped back, her rebellious venom surging through her choking throat. "You gave me the intel
