“You went home the next day, and I… I texted her to prove to myself that I wasn’t obsessed with you. I told her to come over, and she did, but she started hounding me with questions about you the second she walked through the door.”
Remy knew about me?
“How did she know me? We’d never even met then.”
“Fuck if I know. Lacey probably heard from Theo that we’d hired a house sitter and told her? It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
Promise me you don’t care about thatbitch. The words Remy said in the recording plague my mind. She felt threatened by me. She probably thought I was the reason why Finn wasn’t answering her messages.
I don’t care about that bitch. Finn’s words haunt me. It’s always been you, Rem. Everything but you.
Just like that, my walls go back up. If he was evil enough to recycle our line, he could very well be lying about this whole thing.
I come to my senses. “None of this proves that you slept with her before we got together.”
I expect him to tell me that I’m just going to have to trust him, but instead, he pulls out his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“I was hoping you’d take my word for it, but if you’re not going to believe what I say, maybe you’ll believe your own eyes.” I feel like I’m about to vomit when he flips his phone over to show me something. My eyes start to water as soon as I spot Finn’s desk on the screen.
This is the beginning of the sex tape.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shove his hand away. I’ll die before putting myself through this again.
“Believe me, if there was any other way to convince you, I’d do it. This is the only way, Dia. You have to trust me.”
Blinking back tears, I swallow hard and focus on the screen. The video is on mute, thankfully. I couldn’t handle Remy’s moans.
“Do you see that?” Finn asks.
“What?” I squint.
“That.” He points to something on the screen before pausing the video.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Look again.” He inches the phone closer to my face.
That’s when I see it.
It looks like… a chew toy?
Yep, that’s a dog’s toy.
Lexie’s favorite toy, actually. It’s lying on the ground, underneath Finn’s desk. How does Lexie’s toy prove that Finn slept with Remy before we got together?
“Not following,” I say.
“Do you remember when we first slept together?”
Is he serious?
How could I forget? It was the day of Lexie’s murder.
“Yeah. After Lexie died,” I choke out, images of the golden retriever bleeding out making my stomach churn.
“I almost set her things on fire that night. But you stopped me. Then I got called to the police station the next day. I couldn’t bear to look at her toys anymore, so I threw everything away on my way out.”