Chapter 6

I rested for two days, mostly because my body couldn’t handle much more than that.

I had started eating less—more of what I put in was coming back out. I was relying on IVs to keep me alive.

Meanwhile, I contacted a hacker and the private investigator back home.

"What’s the latest update?" I asked the investigator I had hired after discovering James’s affair.

"We’ve been following them closely. I’ve sent all the footage to your email. Oh, and there’s some drama—Miss Moore caused a scene at the Carson home, throwing a fit because of the pregnancy."

"Upload everything. All the evidence, especially the videos. Make sure it goes viral—buy trending spots, pay social media trolls, whatever it takes to keep it in the public eye for at least a week. Don’t worry about the cost. I’m dying; how much more can I really spend?"

"Miss Stevens, there’s also an audio recording. Would you like to hear it?" The investigator’s normally casual tone had turned serious.

"Send it to my email."

Curiosity won out in the end. I knew it wouldn’t be anything good, but I still wanted to listen.