Caught on Camera - Anusiem, Precious
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The air inside Sofia's apartment was thick with unspoken words. James stood near the door, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his heart pounding. He had stormed out moments ago, but something held him back. The weight of what had just happened-the photograph, the lies, the uncertainty-hung heavy between them. Sofia sat on the edge of her couch, her eyes red from tears, her body trembling as if she were trying to hold herself together. "I need to know the truth, Sofia," James said finally, his voice raw with emotion. "No more games. No more secrets." Sofia looked up at him, her face a…mehr

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The air inside Sofia's apartment was thick with unspoken words. James stood near the door, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his heart pounding. He had stormed out moments ago, but something held him back. The weight of what had just happened-the photograph, the lies, the uncertainty-hung heavy between them. Sofia sat on the edge of her couch, her eyes red from tears, her body trembling as if she were trying to hold herself together. "I need to know the truth, Sofia," James said finally, his voice raw with emotion. "No more games. No more secrets." Sofia looked up at him, her face a mixture of sorrow and fear. "James..." He cut her off, stepping forward. "No. You don't get to cry and pretend like you're the victim here. I've been on your side this whole time. I trusted you. But now..." His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, fighting to regain control. "I don't even know who you are anymore." Her lower lip quivered as she met his gaze. "I never wanted to hurt you." "You already have," he replied, his tone colder than he intended. He could feel the anger bubbling inside him, but beneath it, there was something else-something much harder to face. Love. Love for a woman who had lied to him, deceived him, but whom he still couldn't let go of. Sofia stood, her movements slow and hesitant. She was no longer the confident, mysterious woman who had captivated him months ago. Now, she seemed small, fragile-someone with too many burdens on her shoulders. "James, you have to believe me," she whispered, stepping closer. "I didn't kill anyone. Yes, I've made mistakes. I've done things I'm not proud of. But I swear to you, I'm not a murderer." James exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He wanted to believe her. Every part of him wanted to believe that the woman standing in front of him wasn't capable of the things he had seen in the video, wasn't involved with dangerous men who left bodies in their wake. But the evidence was damning, and his instincts-his detective's gut-told him not to trust her. Still, his heart wouldn't listen. "Then tell me," he said quietly, stepping closer to her. "Tell me everything. No more lies, Sofia. If there's any part of you that cares about me-if any of what we had was real-you owe me the truth." Sofia's breath hitched, and for a moment, James thought she might crumble. But then, she nodded slowly. "You're right," she said, her voice shaking. "You deserve the truth." She turned away from him, walking over to the window, staring out into the night as if the view might somehow give her the strength to continue. When she spoke again, her voice was low, almost as if she were speaking to herself rather than him. "I got involved with the wrong people," she began. "A few years ago, I was desperate. I was young, broke, and alone in the city. I thought I could handle myself, that I could stay in control. But once you get in with people like them... it's not so easy to get out." "Who are 'they'?" James asked, his heart sinking as he thought about the photograph Grace had sent him. The man standing next to Sofia-he was bad news. A known criminal with connections that reached far beyond their city. Sofia hesitated before answering. "They run an underground network-drugs, money laundering, extortion... anything that can turn a profit. I... I was supposed to be a middleman, a courier. I didn't ask questions, I didn't get involved beyond what they told me to do. But then... I saw something I wasn't supposed to." James watched her carefully, trying to make sense of everything she was telling him. "What did you see?" Sofia turned to face him, her eyes haunted. "The man who was killed... he wasn't just some random victim. He was one of them. One of the higher-ups. I didn't know it at first, but... he Grab your copy today and dive into the secrets, passion,
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