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Chapter 12: Party

Author: Adelina Beston
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-16 19:56:37

William's POV

Steven has no idea about the history between Shirley and me. If he did, he would have never been so casual. But that's exactly why he's so smug, so confident in his own little world. It's almost laughable—he thinks he's got everything under control. But I see right through him.

I don't have the patience to pretend like I'm interested in small talk with someone like him. He's the kind of man who'll smile in your face while he's stabbing you in the back. I don't want to waste a second more with him. So, without a word, I turn and leave the room, ignoring the hand he's holding out in the air, looking like he's expecting some kind of handshake.

My mind is already elsewhere. Shirley needs to know the truth. Now.

I can feel the weight of the phone in my pocket, my fingers itching to pull it out and call her. The thought crosses my mind immediately. I need to tell her what I just overheard. She has to know what Steven is doing. He's been lying to her, manipulating her, and I wo
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