Chapter 25

On the drive to pick up Brett, Heather felt a deep sense of failure. She had been with Brett for so many years, yet she didn't truly know him. He had even gotten into such deep conflict with Jason—all because of her.

When she arrived at the police station, she saw Brett looking uncharacteristically disheveled. The once proud and meticulous eldest son of the Vanders now had stubble covering his face, his clothes wrinkled and unkempt.

He reached for Heather's hand, relieved that she had obediently handed over her phone to the authorities.

"Heather, I knew I could count on you," he said with satisfaction. "Don't worry. I won't be in too much trouble. From now on, you can rely on me."

Brett had long prepared for this, having orchestrated everything so that Heather's father would take the fall. Now that the scandal had broken, he had no qualms about pushing Heather's father under the bus.

Heather pulled her hand free. "You smell awful. Go home, take a shower, and change your clothe