Wayne’s POV
“You’re… recording, Elly?” My thin voice eventually breaks, just as sweat breaks out of my pores.
I’m hyperventilating, this close to collapsing in shock. How? Why? I can't speak, can't seem to find the right words.
My eyes dart from the phone to her. The color on her face is completely drenched, she looks pale, scared, and confused.
Then she swallows, struggling to speak up. “No…”
“Elly,” I repeat her name, from a place of deep hurt and betrayal. I hold her gaze, daring her to lie to me in my damn face.
She shifts on the bed, still confused. Now, she looks down, unable to bear the weight of the truth she can't speak. “How… How did you know?”
That’s a stupid question to ask, because she can clearly see her phone in my grip. I toss it in her lap. She grabs it, and hu
