Chapter 43 Confession

• Scarlett’s heart pounded violently against her ribs, each beat a drum of dread and anticipation. The dim glow of the computer screen cast eerie shadows across the study, making the room feel like a crypt of buried secrets. Damien’s face flickered into view, his expression hollow, his eyes shadowed with guilt. The video was grainy, as if recorded in haste—or fear. He sat at the very desk where Scarlett now perched, his fingers gripping the edge of the wood as though it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.
• "If you're watching this," his voice cracked, raw with emotion, "then the truth has caught up with me."
• Scarlett’s breath hitched. She leaned forward, her fingers tightening around the mouse. The weight of his words pressed down on her, suffocating her. She paused the video, needing a moment to steady herself. The silence in the room was deafening.