The small black camera hidden behind the bedroom mirror stared back at me like a silent traitor.
I had gone into the master suite to change after visiting Victor at the hospital, my mind still spinning from the blackmail video incident. Something had felt off for days. The way the footage captured every angle of the room, every private moment between Damien and me. When I finally pulled the heavy mirror away from the wall to check behind it, my stomach dropped. There it was. A tiny wireless camera, professionally installed, with a clear view of the entire bed. Elena’s signature was all over it. The clean wiring, the strategic placement, the way it blended perfectly into the decor. She had been watching us the entire time.
My hands shook as I carefully removed the device and slipped it in
