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“Oh God, I thought I lost you” We had a good emotional moment. Then Chris asked me to come out. “yeah?” I asked. “There is something I wanna confess” “Yes?” “I was the one who made that fake file” I was shocked and quiet for a moment. I wasn’t worried about that, I just wanted to meet Vincent. “okay” he didn’t expect ‘okay’, but whatever. “If you find Vincent” I told him. “I will forgive you” he nodded and I just sighed. “I will find out who did this, though”

See how much bad I could be and if you stayed after that then I would think you felt something for me. I was tired of being tossed around like an object now. If he could accept it, then I would tell Dhruv what was happening between us. Hoisting my gaze down on our joined bodies, I opened my mouth, searching for the words to say but nothing seemed appropriate. How do you confess your greatest sin?

It seemed that the man didn't want to confess yet. "Edited? Even all the cctv footage is real not edited, Keenan. You better confess now. All the evidence is clear enough," Raga growled when he saw Keenan trying to evade. All the evidence is very clear, Keenan should confess everything. Keenan turned to Raga. The man looked sharply at the man beside him while clenching his hands tightly. Apparently Raga wants to raise the flag of war with him, he thought. "Alright I confess. I did do it all. But just so you know, I did it because I wanted revenge with this hypocritical lecturer!"

"You must be wondering why you should believe me when I don't have any evidence, but I do." I glanced at Samuel. He immediately put a piece of paper under the projector. It was a contract between Matt and Sandra. While there was a clear clause stating that he shouldn't be selling any material to me. People went speechless. Now, they were convinced that I am a victim here. After they were thoroughly done reading and taking pictures of the contract, Samuel played a video in which Matt confessed his crime of selling me illegal material and his deal with Sandra.

“That night, they had two -” “Isn’t that confidential?” My eyes widened, pointing to him… to them, that what they were doing has consequences. “Did something grave happen that night? Why would he entrust you those files just like that?” “To your first question, yes. To the second one, yes.” He pointed his index finger to Jessamine. “Third -” “You’re a lawyer?” Deborah chuckled as she guessed the last one. “No, honey, I’m human.” He shook his head, returning his eyes to the list. “I’m a friend who can’t say no to my little sister.” He sighed, shaking his head again. “And to my fiancée… who threatened me of breaking up with me.”

A single, flickering icon that looked like a thread curling into a knot. When he clicked it open, he stopped breathing. It wasn’t just a file. It was a story. Emails, call logs, bank transfers, photos. Every thread connected, every silence explained. And right there buried beneath layers of decoy data was Liam’s real confession. It wasn’t written like a man desperate to defend himself. It was written like a man who’d already lost everything and was too tired to lie.

The mark of my betrayal. Gasps ripple through the air. Gerald’s is the loudest. “I need your confession,” he says, voice steady but trembling with the effort to stay calm. “Now.” And I break. Words spill from me like molten iron, searing everything they touch. I confess. Every lie, every act, every secret. The crowd’s whispers slice like knives, their gasps spreading like wildfire, feeding on my shame. But I keep speaking. I need to. It’s the only way I can beg for judgment; death or forgiveness.

“You still don’t get it, do you? I’ve got the evidence. And so do you now.” He brought out another folder and gave it to me. Inside were more documents—police reports, coroner’s photos, and a handwritten confession. I flipped through them in a daze. Each piece was more damning than the last. My mind felt foggy, the words swimming in front of my eyes. The confession was chilling. I slammed the papers back onto the table, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “No. This isn’t true. You’re just trying to manipulate me, Julius. Why? What do you want from me?”

How do you confess something you didn’t choose. My chest felt tight, not dramatic, just quietly suffocating. Like someone had pressed pause on my lungs. I opened my notes app because that felt safer than talking. I typed. I need to tell you something. Deleted. Please don’t be angry. Deleted. I didn’t cheat. I swear I didn’t cheat. Deleted. My fingers hovered, useless. There was no version of the truth that came out clean. There was no sentence that did not end in loss. Another message buzzed in.

“I believed lies because I wanted certainty more than truth. I was arrogant. Blind. Foolish.” The confession scraped raw on the way out. “I want you to see it so you understand how thoroughly I was manipulated. Not to forgive me. Not to absolve me.” I reached into my hoodie pocket and pulled out the worn leather journal. It looked harmless. Small. Ordinary. Yet it had destroyed us once. I held it toward her, my hand unsteady. “This is my confession,” I said quietly. “Everything Edmund used against you. Everything I failed to question.” My voice dropped.