The second bedroom was small and dark, with old furniture, a stark contrast to the spacious and bright master bedroom. Liam helped me to bed, told me to "get some rest," and then turned around and went back to the master bedroom with Vanessa, not even closing the door properly for me.
I was alone in the bedroom. Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a cool glow. I slowly sat up, groped my way to the window, and gently ran my fingertips across the cold glass.
They don't know that I hid a secret in every single design draft.
From the moment I designed my first piece of jewelry for Liam seven years ago, anonymously, I've been drawing a small "K" in the corner of every sketch using special fluorescent ink. This ink only appears under ultraviolet light, and for all these years, even Liam, who's been with me day and night, hasn't discovered this secret.
Those original manuscripts and those jewels were never things they could touch.
I pulled out my phone from my collar and dialed a number I knew by heart. I had rejected this number seven years ago—back then, I was deeply in love and unwilling to stir up trouble as K, so I turned down a collaboration offer from a top global design alliance.
The moment the call connected, I heard a calm and familiar voice.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the sob in my throat, and spoke in an almost icy tone, each word carrying a resolute weight: "It's me, Clara. I agreed to the collaboration you proposed seven years ago."
"Now, I need you to do two things for me."
"First, help me investigate all the dirt on Liam's company—financial fraud, tax evasion, and evidence that he instigated minors to commit intentional harm. The more detailed the better."
“Second,” I paused, a sharp glint in my eyes, “prepare for the press conference to announce K’s return. I want everyone to know that jewelry designer K, who has been out of the public eye for seven years, is back.”
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a firm and resolute response: " Okay. "
After hanging up the phone, I gripped it tightly, my knuckles turning white.
Liam, Vanessa.
Do you think that by taking away my eyes and my manuscripts, you can seize everything I have?
That's too naive.
This game has only just begun.
I will make you spit out everything you've swallowed, with interest.