Chapter 4

At three in the morning, the villa finally went quiet.

Everyone had drunk themselves into a stupor and shuffled off to their rooms.

Diego was lying beside me, dead asleep, a faint snore rising and falling from his chest.

I stared at the ceiling with wide-open eyes, lying still in the dark, waiting.

When I was absolutely certain he was out cold, I carefully sat up and reached for his phone on the nightstand.

The passcode was my birthday.

The irony was almost funny , he used my birthday to lock a phone full of betrayal.

The screen lit up.…