Third person’s POV
The room was silent except for the soft hum of the monitors. Layla stepped back, her hand flying to her mouth. “No…”
The technician turned to her, confused. “Do you know him, ma’am?”
Layla’s eyes remained locked on the screen. “No,” she whispered. “I don't .”
Her voice trembled as the video looped again…
The man she had thought she’d never see again.
And he’d just broken into her company.
The realization hit her like a blade to the chest. Her knees weakened, but she steadied herself against the desk. The technician’s voice faded into the background as the footage replayed, the dim hallway, the shattered cameras, the outline of a man who once held her heart—and her secrets.
Layla’s vision blurred. She blinked, forcing herself to stay upright.
The only thing she k
