Julia's POV

I picked up Caesar's phone with sweaty hands. He'd left it in the living room while he showered, and it was the best opportunity I'd had so far.

It was drastic. Low. But it was also the only way to know.

Whether he was talking to Camille, to other women, or, worse... what he was saying to my mother. I was tired of living in the dark. If I wanted to win Caesar back for good, I needed to stay one step ahead.

In the meantime, I pretended to organize my things for the move. Open