28~ A New Plan

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After Vanessa forwarded the video, I opened the file, and somehow my breath caught in my throat. As the footage began to play, I felt my heart drop for a second. The video was grainy, but it was clear enough to recognize the people in it—me and Priscilla.

But something was off. Way off.

In the video, I was strangling Priscilla, with my hands wrapped tightly around her neck as she struggled to breathe, her eyes wide with terror. This never happened. I knew that. Yet there it was, playing out in front of me like some twisted nightmare.

Then the scene shifted. Now I was holding a bottle, forcing some kind of chemical down her throat. Her choked gasps filled the room. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

The sound—my voice—was distorted, but the words I spoke were all twisted. They had me saying things I never said, things that painted me as a monster.

“Fuck!” I cursed, slamming my fist on the desk.

This was beyond bad. It was a setup, a calculated manipulation to frame me. My mind ra