Clara Bennett Tears blurred everything as I drove through the cold night. The heater in my old car had died months ago, but I barely felt the chill. All I could feel was the knife in my chest. “Cheating bastard,” I whispered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “Jerk. Liar.” All those months. All the love I poured into Victor like a fool. He had never once taken me to a fancy restaurant. Every time I brought it up, he would smile and say, “One day, baby. When we can afford it and we’ll go to the best places.” Lies. All of it. I reached into my jacket pocket out of habit, searching for my tiny camera. My fingers touched nothing but fabric. My heart stopped. “No… no, no, no!” I slammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a stop in the middle of the dark street. I patted my pockets frantically, then searched the seat, the floor, everywhere. “This isn’t good… God, not tonight… I need it!” Months of hard work. Every secret photo, every video. If someone found that camera, my ent
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