Lena
I didn’t feel the need to go back inside, so I left without informing Spencer and Anita. I knew they’d be pissed when they found out I left. I couldn’t bring myself to stay a minute there. The pictures and the texts had weakened my body and made me scared at the same time.
Even after hailing a taxi, I couldn't help but glance around the surroundings. The person could be following me around—in fact, I was very sure he watches every move of mine as he claimed.
I bite my bottom lip in nervousness, checking my phone again. I reread the texts. No matter how hard I tried to think about it, I can’t point a finger at who the person might be.
The guys I know are Ian and Spencer. Ian doesn’t know a thing about my affair with my Uncle. Likewise, Spencer. We had been together all the while.
