Sarah's POV
“Did you do it, Kael? Have you been secretly recording us? The café, the texts, all our conversations? Is that how Eleanor got the screenshots?”
He blinked, genuine confusion crossing his face. “What? Sarah, no. I would never…”
“Don’t lie to me.” I took a step closer, clutching the strap of my bag, with my heart hammering. “She had printed messages. My words to you after the gala. All our conversations. And she mentioned security cameras catching us. How else would she know details? You’ve always been around the art scene. You know everything about me. You've been acting like you're protecting me by keeping evidence or... or something. You've been spying on me, feeding her information…”
Kael set the canvas aside fully and moved toward me, hands raised in surrender. His dark
