(Freya’s POV)
We hang up, and I sit in the darkness of my apartment, my phone still clutched in my hand.
What did I just do?
The question whispers through my mind, but I shove it away.
I'm protecting Ethan. Protecting him from a woman who's clearly manipulating him.
That's what I tell myself as I go to bed that night.
That's what I repeat the next morning as I watch Jake's livestream, waiting for it to end.
That's what I try to believe even as my stomach churns with something that feels sickeningly like guilt.
But by the time I realize what a horrible mistake I've made, by the time my conscience finally overpowers my jealousy, it's too late.
Jessica has already set everything in motion.
And Sabrina Moore is already being driven toward an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of th
