Page 93 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

"Okay," I say, settling beside her. "Where do we start?"

She exhales, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "I’ve been looking for anything weird, but it’s a lot. If it is an app on my phone, will the credit card statements even help? I don't know where to start."

"That’s why I’m here," I say, nudging her shoulder gently. "Two pairs of eyes are better than one."

She shoots me a grateful look, and we both dive in.

10:10PM

Sienna flipsthrough another stack of papers and my eyes are starting to glaze over. Her brow is furrowed and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth with a determination that is sexier than the black dress she wore to the gala.

I scan another statement, each line of charges starting to blur into the next, when suddenly her sharp intake of breath makes me look up.

"Wait," she says, holding up a page. "Here—January, two years ago. $5.99 to... Vingy Labs, LLC?"

I frown, leaning closer to read over her shoulder. "Vingy Labs? What the hell is that?"

She shakes her head, her fingers gripping the paper tightly. "I have no idea. But that has to be it, right? It's for $5.99 and I've never heard of them."

"Maybe," I say, nodding slowly. "But let’s go back another year. If it’s something he set up, it might’ve been there even longer."

Sienna glances at me, her eyes flickering with both determination and hesitation. "Good idea. Hang on."

She leans over to grab another stack from the coffee table, rifling through it quickly. "I think I had that credit card back then. Let me check."

I watch as she shuffles through the papers, her movements growing more frantic the longer it takes. Finally, she pulls out a statement and slaps it onto the table.

"Here," she says, her voice tight with excitement. "January, three years ago. Same thing—$5.99 to Vingy Labs, LLC."

"That’s got to be it," I say, leaning forward. My chest tightens as I point to the charge. "It’s too specific to be a coincidence."

Sienna nods, pushing her laptop closer and typing the name into Google. The screen glows softly as we sit shoulder to shoulder, watching the search results load.

At first, it’s nothing but random links—some tech articles, a couple of vague reviews—but then she clicks on one, and my stomach drops.

Vingy Labs: #1 Smartphone Applications

We click on the link and there must be a thousand apps. When she scrolls down, there is a headline forTop 10 Apps by Vingy Labs.

"Callum, look at their number two best-selling app!"

TrackApp

The words sit there on the screen, bright and damning, as Sienna’s breath catches. The description says it all: a top-selling app rated five stars, promising everything from GPS tracking to call blocking to hacking email accounts.

"That's it, Sienna! Look at the price. It's $5.99 a year."

"Oh my God," Sienna whispers, her voice shaking. "This is it. This is what he used."

I clench my jaw, anger bubbling just below the surface. "He didn’t just block me—he hacked you. He made sure you couldn’t reach me, and I couldn’t reach you."

Her hands tremble as she sits back, her eyes wide and glassy. "I can’t believe this. I can’t believe he actually—" She cuts herself off, pressing her hands to her face.

"Sienna," I say softly, reaching out to touch her arm. "Hey, look at me."

She lowers her hands slowly, her gaze locking with mine.

"This is huge," I say, my voice steady. "This is proof. Proof that he interfered, that he went out of his way to keep us apart."

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