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~Sabrina's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the cold glass of wine in my hand. I hadn't taken a sip. I wasn't even sure why I poured it. Maybe I thought it would calm me down. Maybe I thought it would make the waiting easier.
It didn't.
The hotel room was too quiet, too perfect. Clean walls, white sheets, soft lighting… fake comfort. Just like Alex. Everything about him felt good, looked good, but he was cold. Cold enough to toss me out like garbage after using me again and again.
I checked my phone for the third time in two minutes.
Still nothing.
Where the hell was this investigator? It's been a week!
I sighed, tossing the wine onto the bedside table and grabbing my phone again. I scrolled through my inbox, looking for his name. Then I saw it.
Subject: Victor.
My heart jumped. I opened it fast, my fingers trembling.
"Good evening, Miss Sabrina. As requested, I've dug deeper into Bella's family—specifically her father."
I sat up straight.
