Chapter 43

I glanced around. People parted for us like waves, but my eyes stopped at Jess. She stood with a cell phone clutched in her hand, her eyes red from crying, yet glaring at me as if I were a

curse that wouldn’t die. Her bottom lip trembled.

I turned away.

Jimson’s face was blank, frozen in some twisted mix of horror

and disbelief.

I looked right at him. “Still going to pretend you had nothing to

do with it?”

Jimson scoffed, trying to act composed. “You’ve got the wrong

guy. Looks like you’re just trying to ruin her reputation in front

of Alexander.”

That low blow hit Jess like a slap. Her jaw clenched, and she

stepped forward, eyes shining. “You’re such a liar,” she snapped,

voice cracking. “She’s just acting–trying to win everyone’s


sympathy!”

“Enough,” Alexander said coldly, not even glancing at her. “Jess,

your jealousy is no longer excusable. You’ve crossed the line.”

Jess opened her mouth again but closed it just as fast, stunned

silent.

I sighed. “Jess isn’t the problem right now” I looked back at Jimson. “You really think you were alone in that house with

me?”

His confidence slipped, barely noticeable. Just a flicker in his

eyes, a twitch in his lip. He straightened his spine.

“You’re making things up.”

recorder,” I said, tone calm but firm. “It’s

and can record up to forty–eight hours.

yesterday. Everything–your


the entire disgusting mess–is

until

the only way to

think he’ll

“He has to.”

his head.

seaside mansion. I can

said, eyes

his property. Gai

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I hadn’t

Jimson’s face visibly stiffened.

room spiked like a live wire. Several people exchanged glances. Whispers filled the


on some faces. But Jimson…

played the calm card.

at straws,” he said. “Even

edited. Fake. Anyone can record

that?”

audio to

say now can undo what’s already

lie

and gestured to

telling the truth–and I believe she is

will make national headlines.

by your story?”

by one, others in the room reached


cameras aimed at Jimson.

do you have a laptop or a

one brought

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command. Within minutes, a sleek

the table

Jimson’s composure fractured.

laptop like

the login,” I said

together.”

he started, but the words died

door like he was calculating escape routes.

forehead. His shoulders

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