Chapter 15 – The Photo
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The elevator doors closed, but my chest was still heaving. My hands shook as I stared at the photo on my phone.
Daniel. Bianca. Too close. Too casual. Too intimate.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Every warning in my heart screamed that I should run. Every memory screamed he wouldn’t do this… but the photo didn’t lie. Did it?
By the time I reached Chloe’s apartment, I was drenched, exhausted, and hollow. Chloe greeted me with a hug I barely returned. “Vanessa, what happened?”
I dropped onto her couch, phone in hand. “Look,” I whispered, showing her the photo.
Chloe’s eyes widened. “Vanessa… that’s…”
“I know,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “It looks bad. But he would never—would he?”
She bit her lip. “You can’t ignore this. You need to confront him. But be careful… Bianca isn’t just innocent, and Regina… she’s enjoying this.”
Meanwhile, across the city, Daniel had discovered Vanessa’s absence. Her apartment empty. Her phone off. His mind raced—every possibility worse than the last.
She saw the photo, he thought, panic twisting his gut. She thinks I betrayed her… and if she believes it, I can’t explain anything away.
He dialed Chloe. No answer. Her voicemail. Great.
Vanessa sat frozen, rereading the photo. Each glance shredded what little calm remained. She wanted to call him. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw the phone into the river.
Then another message came. From Daniel:
Vanessa, I need you to hear me. Don’t make a decision based on what you see. Trust me. I’ll explain everything. I promise.
Her finger hovered over “call.”
Could I trust him again? she thought.
Then her doorbell rang.
Her heart stopped.
Chloe wasn’t home.
And it wasn’t Daniel.
A shadow appeared in the doorway. Tall. Smiling. Too calm. Too knowing.
Regina.
“Hello, Vanessa,” she said softly. “I thought you’d like a little clarity.”
I froze.
She held out her phone. Another photo. Different angle. Even more… compromising.
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