Roseline was left speechless as the recordings of her conversations with Collin played one after another on her phone.
For several seconds, she could only stare at the screen, her mind refusing to process what she was hearing. Her own voice echoed through the speaker—clear, unmistakable, and terrifying.
It was then that realization struck.
The unfamiliar application on her phone wasn't just some random software.
It was a recorder.
Someone had installed it on her phone without her knowledge.
The device trembled violently in her hand as her breathing grew heavier.
"Who… who in the world hijacked my phone?" she muttered under her breath, fear slowly creeping into her chest like icy fingers tightening around her heart.
Her pulse quickened as the recordings continued to play—every conversation she had with Collin, every visit she had made to his apartment, every secret she thought had remained hidden.
Then suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind.
"Y–Yes… Hugo."
