Chapter 87

It was a cold morning when Hilary stood in the middle of the room, holding Daryl's phone tightly in her hand. Her heart raced with a mix of anxiety, betrayal, and a growing sense of dread.

She had suspected something was amiss in their relationship, but seeing the evidence right in front of her eyes was like a punch to the gut.

Daryl, who had been engrossed in his laptop at the bed, looked up and noticed Hilary's tense stance and the phone clutched in her hand.

His expression shifted from surprise to panic, his eyes darting between Hilary and the screen she was gripping.

"Hilary, what are you doing?" he stammered, attempting to regain his composure. But his feeble attempt to divert the situation only intensified the whirlwind of emotions swirling within Hilary.

Ignoring his question, Hilary took a deep breath, summoning the strength to confront the reality that was staring back at her from the phone. She swiped through the messages, her eyes scanning the damning evidence that revealed