I nodded once, sharply.
“He had installed hidden CCTV cameras throughout her apartment,” I said flatly. “Recorded everything. Her changing. Her showering. Private moments she never knew anyone else was watching.”
Sienna staggered back a step, her face draining of color.
“How did you—”
“I traced the feed,” I cut in, my voice hard. “It led straight to him.”
The hallway suddenly felt colder.
During that time, all I saw was betrayal between friends. I didn’t stop to think about what it really meant.
Didn’t think about the fact that Elena never even knew she was being watched. That someone she trusted enough to let into our circle had turned her privacy into something disposable. Something collectible.
I was angry with myself. Angry that he crossed me. Angry that he humiliated me. But
