“The messages were real,” Blake interrupted, meeting my eyes. “But he concealed the context. Martin planted the affair narrative in my head before I ever looked at your phone.”
My heart pounded.
“What?”
“He told me there were rumors. Claimed he was warning me as a friend and attorney. Said he had seen you with someone. Then, that night, he made certain I saw the messages from Adrian.”
Julian’s voice dropped. “My brother knew Adrian?”
“He recommended him,” I whispered.
Both men turned toward me.
When Blake and I were trying to conceive, I hadn’t wanted the tabloids to find out. I had asked Martin whether he knew any discreet medical consultants because he handled privacy matters for the company. He had given me Adrian’s name.
I felt sick.
“When I asked for help, Martin introduced me to Adrian,” I said. “The man whose messages destroyed my marriage.”
