Elena’s POV
The voice messages kept coming. I sat on the edge of the bed, legs curled beneath me, phone resting on my thigh. The screen reader read each name aloud before the message played. Some were clipped and cautious. Others poured out like confessions.
Elena, thank you. I thought I was the only one…
I haven’t told anyone what happened to me. Not even my partner, but you, your words made me feel seen.
You’re brave. Braver than I’ve ever been.
Then: You’re disgusting. You should’ve kept it to yourself.
You’ve ruined Adrian Cole’s reputation. No wonder your ex left.
I didn’t flinch anymore. At first, I had. The first hundred messages had left me in a storm of tears, then nausea, then nothing at all, but now I listened like I was sitting in a boat on the ocean, waves rolling, voi
