Page 69 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

“I talked to his landlord. Andrew was gone for a while, got evicted, and when they went to clean out his apartment...

They found pictures of you taped all over a whiteboard.”

“Why didn’t they report that?” I gasp.

“He says they did, and the cops brushed it off.”

I sit back, my mind struggling to process everything they’re telling me. It still feels surreal, like I’m hearing about someone else’s life, not mine.

Andrew? Andrew was just… there. He wasn’t a threat. He wasn’t someone I even thought about after I let him go. How could I have missed this?

Theo reaches out and takes my hand, his touch grounding me in the moment.

“The authorities are already on their way to his last known address. They’re going to arrest him, Grace. This is almost over.”

His words should bring me comfort, but they don’t. Instead, they leave me feeling hollow.

Could it really be that easy? After everything, after all the fear and sleepless nights, is it really going to end like this?

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure he’s the one?”

Tad nods, his eyes full of certainty. “We’ve traced his movements. He’s been in the same places as you on multiple occasions. We have enough evidence to bring him in.”

I stare down at my hands, my fingers trembling slightly. It doesn’t feel real.

Tad’s phone buzzes, breaking the silence in the room. He glances at the screen, his face lighting up with something I can’t quite read.

He answers the call, stepping back slightly as he listens.

I watch him closely, my heart thudding in my chest as I wait for him to speak. Finally, he turns to us, his voice calm but firm. “They’ve got him.”

The room is silent for a moment, the words hanging in the air like a weight.

Theo’s hand tightens around mine, and Devon lets out a slow breath through the speakerphone. But I just sit there, frozen, unable to fully grasp what’s happening.

“They’ve arrested him?” I ask, my voice wavering.

Tad nods. “Yeah. He’s in custody. It’s over, Grace.”

It’s over. Just like that.

But it doesn’t feel over. It feels like there’s still something lingering like the fear hasn’t left my body yet. I don’t feel relieved, or safe, or… anything. I feel numb.

Theo squeezes my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You’re safe now,” he says softly, his eyes full of reassurance.

I want to believe him. I want to feel the weight lift off my shoulders, to feel like I can finally breathe again. But all I can think of is: Could it really be that easy?

I pull my hand away from Theo’s and stand up, needing to move, needing to do something other than sit here and feel this empty confusion. I start pacing the room, my mind racing.

“I don’t get it,” I say, my voice growing more agitated as I turn to face them. “Why didn’t I see this coming? Why didn’t I realize it was him?”

“You couldn’t have known,” Devon says gently. “He went out of his way to change his appearance, to make sure you wouldn’t recognize him. This isn’t your fault, Grace.”

“I should have seen something,” I insist. “I should have noticed the way he was acting before I fired him. I should have?—”

“Grace, stop.” Theo interrupts, pulling me back from the edge of my spiraling thoughts. “You’re not responsible for this. He’s the one who chose to do this, not you. You did nothing wrong.”

I want to believe him. I want to believe that this is all on Andrew, that none of this was my fault. But a part of me can’t shake the guilt, the feeling that I should have seen the signs.

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