Scarlett’s POV
I don’t know what pulled me back toward Maria’s former bedroom. Something inside me, instinct or paranoia or pure exhaustion, kept whispering that her betrayal went deeper.
I opened the door.
The room was untouched since I’d asked her to leave. But something about it still felt… wrong.
I began checking. Drawers. Behind the mirror. Under the bed.
Nothing.
Then, I noticed the chandelier. A tiny light on one of the ornamental bulbs flickered.
I frowned.
Climbed up on the vanity.
That’s when I saw it.
A camera.
Hidden. Wired. Discreet.
Still blinking.
A sickening chill crawled up my spine. My fingers shook as I traced the wire down behind the wall paneling. I found the source.
A small, black box with a memory drive attached.
I ripped it out.
This wasn’t just spyi
