With slow precision, I pulled away.
My voice was void of emotion as I finally replied, "Fine. But can I borrow your phone for a moment? I need to call my roommate that I’m heading back to the apartment."
Relief flickered across Raphael’s face at my seemingly placated demeanor. Without a hint of suspicion, he handed me his phone.
"Sure," he said easily. "Get some rest at your apartment. I’ll come pick you up in a week."
But what he did not know, I had no intention of staying by his side.
If this was to be the last time we were seen as a couple, a week later I would be gone.
I would make sure he suffered when I left. Before that, I needed to uncover the truth for myself—prove whether Colette’s words held any weight.
I would dig into the secrets Raphael tried to bury and let him see just how deep the betrayal ran.
I clenched my jaw and demanded, "Password."
He did not hesitate. "Our anniversary," he said softly.
Something in my chest trembled. How could he still dare to use that number!
Right, the man who sat beside me, pretending to be sweet and romantic.
But he was the same man who had secretly recorded our intimate moments. The same man who had intended to use those videos to destroy my family.
He was not someone who loved me. This was just another one of his tricks.
True to Colette’s words, I could find the video and the notes.
[How to Bring Down the Delaunay Family:
1. Make Nadine fall for me.
2. Uncover her weaknesses and exploit her.
3. Record an intimate video and leak it. (Damn, she’s still a virgin!)
4. Have thugs violate her, then discard her after that.
5. Farewell, Delaunay family. The Moreau dynasty begins.]
I clenched the phone in a vice grip, my hatred simmering beneath the surface. Every word on that screen confirmed the depth of his deception.
The carefully orchestrated betrayal, the next steps in his twisted plan—it all pointed to one conclusion. Once the intimate video was taken, the violation by thugs would come for me next.
No wonder he was so pleased to see me return to my apartment.
As soon as our car pulled up, I flung the phone back into his hand without a word. No gratitude, no parting glance—just cold indifference as I stepped out and strode toward the apartment building.
Behind me, Raphael's voice rang out, smug and victorious. "I can't wait to see you in a week, my love!"
I did not stop walking, but a smirk tugged at my lips.