Then, she lifted the pillow and took out the miniature voice recorder and spare phone hidden underneath—which she had prepared long ago and which contained all the evidence.
She unlocked her phone, deleted the nickname "Liam" from her contacts, deleted all chat history, and blocked his number and WeChat. Having done all this, she opened the encrypted team chat window, her fingertips tapping the screen, each word carrying a cold resolve: [Plan moved up, fully activated, preparing for K's return as an acquaintance.]
The moment the message was successfully sent, Clara tucked her phone into her pocket and looked out the window.
The sunlight was just right, but it couldn't penetrate her heart, which had long been frozen.
From that moment on, the world no longer had Clara, who loved Liam so humbly.
Only K, driven by a deep-seated hatred and determined to make the scumbag and the bitch pay the price.
