Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 87: Chap-87*Those Nasty Text Conversations.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

He gazed at me, his expression filled with deep pain. Every time I looked into his eyes, I sensed impending disaster. I couldn't tell if it was his inner turmoil or just my own anxieties, but it appeared as if he was grappling with an internal conflict.

He clasped his hands together, intertwining his fingers, and said, "I've reached the point where I believe I should clarify why I did what I did. In essence, I want to explain my actions and the reasons behind them."

I watched as he slowly covered his face and closed his eyes, as though he needed to muster his courage before discussing it.

"Cynthia, you ruined my sister's life," he repeated his initial statement, which hardly justified his actions.

He had acted with full awareness, as if he had control over my life and possessed all the knowledge about us. Perhaps he expected me to defend myself, but I was not to blame.

I was tired of repeatedly assuring him that I had no interest in Mr. Holt. "I've told you numerous times that I didn't."

"Didn't you ever see my dad at school? Did you not notice how he controlled every aspect of my life?" I reminded him. I couldn't fathom what was going on with him, but he appeared like a different person. When he had no response, his body language became highly agitated, and he continuously rubbed his palms over his face to regain focus.

"He used to bring various types of shady characters and questionable friends home, and unfortunately, one of them turned out to be your brother-in-law. Initially, he seemed so respectable that no one suspected his dark side. I had no idea he had set his sights on me," I argued, frustrated that he couldn't grasp my predicament.

"What about being seen with him in his car, though? What about that chauffeur-like service he was ordered to provide for you?" He continued with his questions, which I didn't mind because I had the precise answers that would clarify my intentions.

"After my father caused a scene at school and brought me home, forbidding me from leaving the house ever again, Mr. Holt stepped in to defend me and take my side. In return, my father granted him control over me. I only discovered much later that he was paying my father for my company," I explained, feeling drained. To be completely honest, I had had enough of my life. My father was the one I would point the finger at as the real culprit for ruining everything for me.

This wouldn't have happened if my father had prioritized my safety and refused to allow people like Mr. Holt into our home. Unfortunately, he played a major role in essentially handing his daughter over to the devil's den.

"You always claimed that there was nothing going on between you and Mr. Holt, right? Your father and Mr. Holt basically orchestrated all your time together in a highly calculated manner, didn't they? Then, please explain these to me," he said with a sarcastic nod of agreement. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a phone.

He examined the phone and mumbled, "This is Mr. Holt's phone that he believed had been taken from him. But I took it to gather all the evidence against both you and him."

"What do you mean by evidence? there is no way there will be anything in this phone that will link me directly to Mr. Holt. So go ahead, tell me," As my curiosity grew, I asked him what he considered as evidence.

"Is it about some calls I made to him?" I then remembered that I have indeed contacted him when I needed him to save me from my father's wrath.

I hurried to explain before he could find a call log or a video of our conversation. "Look, I did call him once from my father's phone to ask for help, and then on my wedding day, when my father was marrying me off to a scoundrel. That's all," I explained.

"Do you really think I took all those actions just because I spotted you in the parking lot, Cynthia? I'm not that narrow-minded," he responded. Finally, he found what he was searching for as he continued, "You provoked me, but trust me, I haven't done anything compared to what you've done to my sister."

As he began to feel the tension in his body, his expression grew more serious, his eyes changed color, and the veins in his arms became visible. He didn't reveal it immediately; instead, he simply continued to glare while clenching his jaw in intense anger.

"I know I never talked to Mr. Holt, so there's nothing you can use to prove I'm guilty. I never spoke to him after those two conversations." I shrugged, feeling unthreatened because I was being honest and not hiding anything.

I couldn't shake the feeling that he might be trying to manipulate me, testing how I'd react and hoping to make me confess to anything I might have done with Mr. Holt behind their backs.

"Hmm! Cynthia, the data on this phone seems to contradict your claims," he grinned sarcastically in response to my denials, even though I was telling the truth. He continued, sounding quite confident, "I won't subject you to the shock of seeing the extent of evidence I have against you, but I'll begin with something less severe."

He turned up the volume to its maximum as he played the video. I could hear the sound of water, perhaps rain. He noticed the bewilderment on my face and then directed his phone toward me, making it impossible for me to look away after catching a glimpse of what it contained.

I was caught on camera having a shower while fully naked. With the description, ‘took this for you, I’m so eager to take a shower at your c*m.’

I was viewing it when a wave of shock struck me so strongly that I fell to my knees.

"Ah!" A gasp heaved across my lips at the realization that Mr. Holt had my private moments in his phone.

That wasn’t the only thing, but the fact that it was sent from my number directly to Mr. Holt’s number was what bothered me.