Maelis’s POV
The ceiling fan blurred above me as I lay there, seething. I couldn’t just let her win.
No, if I wanted her gone, I had to make it happen.
The idea hit me so suddenly, I sat straight up. My heart pounded with the rush of it. She wasn’t perfect. No one was. Celis had a past. I just had to find it.
I snatched my laptop from the desk, flinging it open with shaking hands. My fingers hovered over the keys. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood again.
“Let’s see what you’re hiding, sweetheart,” I muttered, pulling up every search tool I knew, my burner profiles, fake accounts, anything that could help.
It started innocent enough, just curiosity. Old school records, tagged photos, alumni pages.
Then I dug deeper.
I found yearbooks, college forums, gossip threads from years bac
