Zara's POV I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding as I stood there, frozen, watching the door click shut behind Delia. My hand was still clutching the burner phone, but I could barely feel it anymore. My palm was slick with sweat, my fingers numb, like they didn’t even belong to me. My lungs were screaming. I’d held in too much air for too long, and now it came rushing out in a broken, shaky exhale. I stumbled toward the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. God. I looked horrible. No—worse. I looked wrecked. My eyes were wide and red, lips pale, hair slightly disheveled from how tense I’d been. My skin had gone ashen, and there was this haunted, raw look behind my gaze that I couldn’t scrub away. That bitch had a recording. My thoughts spiraled out of control, frantic, tangled like a web of thorns. My heart was thudding against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. Every second ticked louder than the last. 'Now I’ve got your whole betrayal on aud
Last Updated : 2025-05-15
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