Just as I settled in the seat to take my meal, I heard the doorbell ring.
My gaze traveled to the monitor and my face lit up with a smile as I saw Dennis at the door.
“Dennis!" I called as I opened the door. “Come in."
There wasn't the shy smile I had grown accustomed to as he brushed past me. Even though I could feel the tension in the air, I kept talking. He probably was worried about Ana being with Aiden again and needed some cheering up.
“You came in just at the right time. I just made dinner, join me," I said as I closed the door and walked up to him.
But his face was still set in that hard expression. I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong when he threw his phone on the sofa.
I raised my brows at him. Okay? He turned away and I diverted my gaze to the phone on the sofa.
There was a video playing on it. I walked up to it and picked up the phone.
My heart skipped several beats and a chill ran down my spine at the content of the video.
How? I thought with a trembling breath. No one was supposed to ever find out. It was perfectly planned, no traces left behind. How did he get this video? My eyes roamed the screen as I tried to figure out what type of video it was.
It was footage. Shit.
I looked up at Dennis whose gaze was already on me. I looked down at the phone in my hand. I wanted to duck and hide away from his accusing stare but there was no use. He already found out.
Memories of how it all went down, how I tried to keep it all to myself and almost burst rushed in. And I realized that no matter how I explained, he’d never understand. Not him. Not anyone.
When I looked up and still found his judgy eyes on me, I rolled my eyes and tossed his phone back on the sofa.
“So what are you going to do now? Tell her?"
Even though I sounded like I didn't care. I cared! Anastasia must never find out I was behind it.
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