Arec's POV:
The second I saw Ella burst into my office, her face pale and her hands trembling, I knew something was wrong. She didn't even speak. She just shoved her phone in front of me, her eyes wide with disbelief and hurt. I grabbed the phone and hit play. As the video started, my stomach twisted into a tight knot.
Klaus.
There he was, sitting smugly in some cheap-looking apartment, live streaming to who knows how many people. The title below him read, "Arec Weston's Fiancée Exposed." I could already tell this was bad.
He started with a laugh, the kind that's meant to make you feel like the joke's on you. And then he launched into it.
