They called it an interrogation, but the room felt more like a confession chamber disguised with fluorescent lights and metal walls. The manipulator now stripped of the armor of anonymity, reputation, and rehearsed charm sat with their hands cuffed to the table. For months, they’d hidden in shadows, twisting narratives, releasing letters at the wrong time, pulling gossip like puppet strings, and setting both Liam and Amara on collision courses built entirely on half-truth, silence, and emotional exhaustion. Now, with evidence compiled, Jordan’s testimony, and the recovered files Liam never got the chance to deliver, there was nowhere left to hide. Their voice, once confident and mocking, was oddly quiet as the detective read aloud the compiled timeline of every sabotage, every intercepted message, every deliberate misdirection. The words didn’t echo; the shame sat heavy in the space like smoke.Liam watched through the one-way glass. He didn’t want revenge. He didn’t want apologies. H
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