I read Jake’s message again.
‘She's heading for Ryan's office to tell him everything.’
My fingers tightened around my phone. Then I read the next two messages.
And she knows I was the one who recorded it.
She wants to tell Ryan everything.
My heart dropped. “No,” I whispered.
I couldn’t sit there and wait. If Clara reached Ryan before me, everything would be over. She had the video. She had the proof. And now she knew exactly where it had been recorded.
Inside my house. Inside Ryan’s house. I stood up so quickly that the chair moved behind me.
I was still wearing my workout clothes. I rushed upstairs and changed as fast as I could. My hands were shaking so badly that I struggled with the zipper of my dress.
“Come on,” I muttered. “Come on.”
I checked my phone again. Nothing. No m
