Anna sat in the quiet stillness of the bedroom, her mind racing with desperation. The photo on the screen was damning, and Jaden’s threats rang in her ears like a cruel symphony of power. She had to act—quickly and strategically. But what could she do?
Her gaze drifted to the windows overlooking the city skyline, a reflection of the suffocating world she’d walked into. And then, like a light piercing through the fog, an idea struck her.
A video.
She could spin the narrative, turn the blame away from Jaden, and make it all look like a harmless misunderstanding. It was risky, but she had no other choice. Gathering her resolve, Anna stood and limped toward the door, her ankle still aching beneath the bandages.
When she found Jaden in the sleek, modern living room, he was seated on a black leather couch, scrolling through his phone. He barely acknowledged her presence when she walked in.
“I have an idea,” Anna said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.