Chapter 8

One evening, while Ethan was out, Ava stumbled upon a locked room in his apartment. A room she had never seen open. A gnawing sense of unease led her to find the key. Inside, she found photographs of herself, journals chronicling her life, and chilling evidence of his obsession. Every conversation they had shared, every moment she thought was fate, was premeditated. Her breath hitched in her throat as realization crashed over her. Ethan was not her lover. He was her captor in disguise.