Page 92 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

I nod, leaning back in the chair. "That’s a relief. Thank you."

"Of course," he says, closing the folder. "Now, tell me about this new layer you mentioned to Tip when you set up our meeting. Something about private communications?"

I sink into the chair, setting my bag on the floor. "Yes. Long story short, Callum talked to a mutual friend of all of ours from college who was everyone's go-to for tech questions. He said Marcus was asking a lot about how to block numbers, intercept messages, and even hack emails."

"Okay, go on."

Gus listens intently as I lay everything out even though my thoughts are still jumbled as I'm still continuing to process it myself.

I start at the beginning—how Callum and I never received each other’s messages or calls all those years ago, despite both of us trying. How I’d saved his number in my phone, but somehow, the digits got mixed up.

Callum’s friend Ian confirmed that Marcus had been asking questions in college about call-blocking and message interception. Who does that?

I explained that Marcus shouldn't have known when I’d be at Trinity Prep, unless that headmaster is a really good actor.

By the time I’m done, my chest feels tight, like the words have left a weight behind instead of lifting one.

Gus leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Those are serious accusations, Sienna. If Marcus has been accessing your private communications, that’s not just a custody issue—that’s a potential criminal matter."

The words hang heavy in the air between us, and I clasp my hands tightly in my lap. "What do I do?"

"Well," he says, picking up his pen again, "one option would be to subpoena his phone or email records. But that’s not an easy route. You’d need to show probable cause, which would require more than circumstantial evidence, like Ian’s testimony or the meeting ambush."

I nod, already feeling the weight of it. "So you’re saying we can’t do anything."

"Not quite," Gus says. "For now, I’d suggest documenting everything. Every unusual interaction, every instance where he seems to know more than he should. If this behavior escalates, we’ll have a stronger case to pursue legal action. But write down everything."

"Document everything," I repeat, my voice flat. "Got it. And I'll do it on paper not online!"

THIRTY

Callum

The love we lost won’t slip away

Wednesday, April 9

Sienna’s Brownstone

7:52 PM

I glanceat the time on my phone as I wait outside her building. It’s late, and part of me hates sneaking around like this, but I get it. Sienna’s still careful about Ollie. She is slowly realizing that Marcus' threats are just that, but she doesn't want to risk it.

Still, it doesn’t make waiting any easier. I’ve been hearing about Ollie for so long now that I feel like I know him. And our mutual love for music will be our instant connection. I want to get to know him. I want to know the kid who lights her up every time she talks about him.

But tonight isn’t about Ollie. Tonight is about Marcus.

Sienna called me earlier. Her voice was quiet but sharp, telling me about an app she found on her old statements. Some $5.99-a-year charge she canceled a couple of years ago after Marcus told her it was nothing.

She didn’t think much of it then, but now she is convinced it could be something. She doesn't know how to find it since it has been a while, but I told her we will comb through everything together to find it.

The door opens quietly, and there she is, standing in the soft glow of the hallway light. Her hair’s loose around her shoulders, and she’s wearing an oversized sweater and leggings and leaving her feet bare. She looks tired, but the determination in her eyes keeps her upright.

"Hey," I say, stepping inside as she closes the door softly behind me. "How are you? How’s Ollie?"

"Out like a light," she says with a small smile. "I’ve got a sound machine running in his room. We won’t wake him."

I nod, following her into the living room. There’s a stack of credit card statements on the coffee table and her laptop is open with the screen glowing faintly. She sits cross-legged on the floor and gestures for me to do the same.

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