While the sound of water filled the den, Daniel’s phone blinked on the table, vibrating with an incoming message. With the weight of betrayal pressing down on me, I rose, moving slowly to pick it up. Attempting all the usual passwords, I felt relief and disgust when I successfully unlocked it with a date I knew too well—Cara’s ultrasound appointment.
Inside his messages, her profile greeted me. The chat was littered with endearments, confessions of love, and promises for the future. I recorded everything, saving these painful words, each piece of evidence cutting deeper. I then switched to his order history, and there it was—gifts, supplements, everything a pregnant she-wolf would need, all sent to Cara.
Heart pounding, I sent myself every screenshot, every video. Then, I carefully deleted the evidence from his phone and placed it back on the table.