I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, my heart pounding as I watched the apartment building from my car. The plan was set. The delivery man was already on his way, and I was ready to witness the unraveling of everything Nicolas had built with Stella.
My phone screen lit up with a notification—the tracking app connected to the mic I had attached to the package. Everything was in place.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. This was the moment I had been waiting for. The moment Nicolas would finally get what he deserved.
A few minutes later, I spotted the delivery man approaching the building. My grip tightened on the phone as I watched him press the doorbell. Seconds passed, and then the door opened.
"Good morning, ma’am," the delivery man greeted.
"Morning," St
