Looking back, I used to vent to Gavin all the time about work, about how hard it was, about the creative sparks I’d get in the middle of the night. Was it possible he leaked my ideas?
Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me.
But he’d been on a “business trip” lately and hadn’t been around. And even if I could get to his phone, he’d never just hand it over. I had no proof he told Lesley anything.
Still, this felt like a lead, so I wasn’t about to let it go.
I pulled out my phone, sent him the photo, calmly explained what I’d seen, and told him we were done. Then I blocked him without hesitation.
After that, I changed every lock code and password in my apartment. The last thing I needed was him letting himself in when I wasn’t around.
With that chapter closed, I turned my attention back to what mattered—coming up with a new video idea.
This time, there would be no mistakes.
Just to be safe, I decided to switch up my style again. That last video had been my first time stepping out of my comfort zone, ditching the sweet and delicate “fair-skinned, skinny” aesthetic for something bold, glamorous, and confident.