By the time Sean finished reading, his jaw had tightened noticeably.The grip around the phone hardened. Not enough to damage it just enough to reveal how angry he was because right now Shannon was finally asleep. After spending the entire afternoon breaking apart in his arms, and some coward hiding behind an unknown number was trying to drag her back into that darkness.Sean looked toward the sleeping woman on the bed. Her face had relaxed slightly again. Peaceful, vulnerable, exhausted. Then his gaze returned to the messages.For several seconds he simply stared at the screen. The wording, the jealousy, the obsession, the bitterness and honestly he didn't need a detective, didn't need an investigation, didn't need proof because there was only one person pathetic enough to write something like this.Evelyn.The realization made his expression darken further. Slowly, Sean deleted every message one by one until nothing remained. Because Shannon didn't need to wake up and read that. Not
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