The home screen was clean, barely anything on it—except for the photo album, packed full.
He had stored photos of my parents’ murder case from five years ago there.
A thousand of them.
Every single one had Sylvie’s name on it—from her motive to the evidence of her crime!
Even a video of her showing up at my parents’ villa!
All fucking crystal clear!
Yet… when I flipped to the end, Monty had marked it as an “unsolved case.”
Afraid his coworkers would get suspicious, Monty took the case files home.
He only kept records of it on his phone.
Only he could see them.
His bias and protectiveness were impossible to miss.
Admittedly, it made my chest ache.
He always had principles when working a case. Always had his own judgment.
That was one of the reasons I fell so in love with him.
God, I never thought he’d throw all of that away—for Sylvie.
Besides that, there was another hidden, private album.
I tapped it open—every photo was of Sylvie smiling.
Ten thousand shots, all from the past five years of her life after marriage.
As Monty’s brother’s second wife, any time she made a public appearance, he saved the image.
And in every family photo—Monty cropped out my face.
The message couldn’t be clearer.