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Chapter Eighty-One.

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Evelyn’s POV.

My blood turned to ice water. Then it boiled.

This wasn’t a glitch. This wasn’t a misunderstanding. This was a calculated attack.

My fingers trembled so badly I almost dropped the phone. I stared at the empty street where Alex’s car had vanished.

A raw, soundless scream built in my chest. And I let it out.

I zoomed in on the picture, my detective’s mind switching on through the emotional static.

The angle. It was taken from near the doorway of Lucas’s room, slightly elevated.

Everything began to make sense to me.

He’d set this up. The fake sickness, the plea for help, the request I stay, all of it to get me in his apartment, vulnerable and tired.

To create a moment he could stage and capture. And he’d deleted my texts to Alex to ensure there was no counter-narrative, no explanation.

He’d crafted the perfect romantic scene and cast me as the villain.

The fury that followed the panic was clean and sharp.

I rushed inside, nearly tripping over my own feet as I grab
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