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Did she have this in mind before now? Who the fuck was she? And what the hell did she want?
Philip was skilled— but Judy Hayes was calculative. Proactive.
It was like a dead end, for now.
I hated being trapped, and it angered me even more that Evie had to be involved in this.
It was Evie’s day off. It meant I could get some time to think straight. To think about my status with James without including her.
It had been several days without James. This was indeed starting to look like a reality. A reality I didn’t like.
I still tried to contact him, but it all went to voicemail. It was draining, hoping, only to have your hopes shattered the very next minute.
I wished he’d pick up and at least give me an update on his new contract.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed his number again. Like always, it went to voicemail. When it ended, I tried it again.
I wish I’d be lucky…just this once.
It rang for a while, and to my greatest surprise, he picked up.
“James,” I breathed.
“What do you want?” He bit harshly.
What did I want? For us to be friends again.
“I just… want to iron things out with you.”
“Listen to yourself, Ethan. What’s there to iron after you go behind my back to mess around with my daughter?”
I winced. His anger hasn't subsided. I didn't expect it to.
“James, look, I made a grave mistake, and I deeply regret it, but… I can’t lose you as a friend.”
“I thought of you as a brother,” he scoffed. I winced at the title.
He continued. “What type of brother would play his own like that?”
I fisted my palm, allowing the silence to stretch.
“Right. None. Any brother that does that doesn't deserve to be called one. You don't deserve to be called a brother, friend, or anything remotely close.”
It was hard to swallow his words. Releasing a deep breath, I asked.
“Is there… any chance that things will return to normal between us?”
“I believe you know the answer to that already, Ethan. Good night.”
The call ended. My hands fisted my hair as I restrained myself from sweeping the contents of this fucking table to the wall.
I stared at the phone with contempt as if it was the cause of my troubles. Maybe it was.
As I stared at the phone, the blank screen turned bright, and a notification popped up.
My heart halved in my chest when I read the content of the message.
I know what you did with the CCTV footage on the night of Tuesday, July 27, 2022. You have five days to confess to the world. You have five days to deliver to me a recorded video of yourself confessing the truth.
