And if you’re going to pretend I didn’t, then I’ll say it another way.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice into something sharper. “I saw her in the cameras.” Marcus froze. “Cameras?” Julie didn’t answer. She didn’t want to. She wanted the truth from him first—wanted him to stop making her drag it out like a confession. But Marcus’s eyes had already shifted.
He scanned the room—bookshelf, photo frame, the hallway mirror—his expression changing as his mind caught up. “You put cameras in here?” he asked, quieter now. “You’ve been recording me?” Julie’s jaw clenched. “Tell me who she is.” Marcus stared at her, hurt flashing into anger. “Julie—answer me. You hid cameras in our house?”