Chapter 70: Home Wrecker
Sophie’s POV
"You have to do this," I whispered to my self.
"For Diane."
The words sounded hollow, but they were all I had. My plan was simple, if desperate: I would go to Liam’s house, record his confession, and get proof of his intentions to harm Diane, then find anything, documents, pictures, that would help Diane win.
It wasn’t much, but it was all I could think to do. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to protect her, even if she never forgave me.
I grabbed my phone, keys, and big bag, trying to ignore how my hands trembled. The weight of what I was about to do pressed down on me like a physical burden. Liam wasn’t just manipulative—he was dangerous. The casual way he’d spoken about hurting Diane had chilled me to my core.
As I opened my apartment door, I froze. The hallway was empty, but something felt wrong. A prickling sensation crawled up my spine as I locked my door and headed toward the elevator. By the time I reached the building’s entrance, my anxiety had heightened to outright dread.
I pushed open the door and stepped outside into the bright afternoon light—and straight into a nightmare.
"There she is! The backstabbing bitch!"
The shout came from my left, and I turned to see a small crowd gathered around my car. My breath caught in my throat as I spotted what they’d done to it. The once-pristine car was now covered in angry red and black spray paint:
HOMEWRECKER!