Clara walked into Ryan’s company with her phone tightly held in her hand.
The video was still there. She had watched it enough times to know exactly what it showed. Bella and Marcus. Together. Inside Ryan’s own house.
“My brother deserved the truth.” She said to herself.
Today, Clara was going to give it to him.
“Good morning, Mrs. Clara.” An employee greeted her.
“Morning.”
Another employee smiled at her as she passed. “Good morning.”
Clara barely returned the greetings. She crossed the lobby and went straight to the elevator. As the doors closed, she looked down at her phone again. The video was saved in her gallery. But she knew that if she deleted it, Ryan might never believe her. She needed him to see it with his own eyes.
The elevator reached Ryan’s floor. Clara stepped out
