Isaac’s POV
That night, I barely slept. I kept turning on my bed, my mind filled with thoughts.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again, Judy standing in front of everyone, her voice cutting through the air, destroying everything I had built apart.
By dawn, I gave up on sleep completely, there was no point pretending. I got out of bed and began pacing the room.
The video kept replaying in my mind.
There were only two possibilities, either someone had tried to frame me…and Judy had fallen for it, or Judy had set this up from the beginning.
If she had been involved, then that meant the entire scene was planned.
The accusation, the footage, everything.
My jaw tightened at the thought of that .
If I couldn’t control the narrative, then I would find the truth. Which meant that I n
