Page 54 of Unbreak Me

The fact that Nico had acted honorably said a lot about his character—and indirectly, it said a lot about Day too. After all, Day had chosen him as a partner once. It was brutal that Fate had brought Nico’s High Mate into the picture.

I didn’t want to wander around the city too much, especially with all the campaign banners hanging everywhere, staring at me with fake, empty smiles. First, I bought two so-called burner phones. As soon as I connected to the network, I wrote the following email to the main address of Mark Ferguson’s election committee:

"Dear Sirs,

I am a citizen concerned about the future of our state, so I cannot imagine withholding this information from those involved in the election process of the candidate for state senator, Mark Ferguson. I have obtained materials that cast a serious shadow on Mr. Ferguson’s moral character. Attached is a video showing a crime committed by Mr. Mark Ferguson on the premises of City Hall. I will be sharing this information with others in a few days, but I wanted to warn you now so you can take appropriate action. I have not disclosed the identity of the other individual involved to protect his privacy."

I attached the blurred version of the film.

To the board of directors, I sent an email that read:

"Dear Sirs,

I am sending you this message along with a video that shows the CEO of your company committing a crime. Such a person holds a position of authority overseeing hundreds of omegas and betas, who may be at risk or may have already fallen victim to similar actions by him. Today, I sent a copy of this to the election committee as well. I leave it to your conscience how you handle this matter. Personally, I will ensure this reaches a much wider audience. This is merely a warning, giving you a chance to act before this erupts into a public scandal and harms the company."

Again, I attached the version with Day’s blurred face.

Finally, I sent the unblurred footage to Jared.

I wrote him this short email:

"It’s not easy for me to send you this footage, but you deserve to know the truth about what kind of person your husband really is. I sympathize with you, knowing this man is the father of your child. But perhaps, on the other hand, it’s better for you to find out now because there’s nothing worse than living with a criminal and a psychopath for years, allowing him to influence the development and upbringing of your son."

Sending this email was the hardest thing for me. Day had told me Jared had never done anything directly wrong to him, but he also didn’t stop Ferguson from suing for compensation over medical expenses. Even though they were wealthy, Ferguson squeezed every penny from the surrogate he had already wrongly accused. While Jared didn’t join the lawsuit, he didn’t stop it either. Could he have done it—was another good question. Day mentioned he wasn’t in charge in their relationship, but sadly, hitting Ferguson would have to involve his husband, and sending the email was one way to do it.

Returning home that day, I felt nervous all over, though you could say I’d been feeling that way for the past two days, almost nonstop.

When I walked into the house, Day was sitting on the rattan sofa on the terrace with his laptop on his lap, Fuzz and Milky on either side of him. He immediately set the computer aside and stood, heading toward me.

A shy smile appeared on his face. Was he glad I was back? The realization hit me—I didn’t have to guess. I justknewhe was happy to see me. It was like being near him meant immersing myself in his energy. Out of the blue, I became fully aware of how joyful he felt. It was strange, but I didn’t comment on it.

"I have a feeling you hit traffic, right?" he asked, looking at me inquisitively.

"Yeah, but it also took me a while to take care of things downtown. I visitedEast Times."

He froze mid-motion. Now we were facing each other, and his eyes widened in shock. "Why would you go there?"

"Because sending those emails might not be enough. He could try to stop it, buy people off, convince them to bury it. It wasn’t public. I went to Nico and asked for his help."

Day just stared at me, his mouth slightly open.

"Nico promised to help. He was very determined to do the right thing here. He seemed like a decent man. He feels guilty and promised that when I send the email to his office in a few days, he’ll make sure it’s handled in a way that protects you as much as possible."

Day glanced off to the side. I noticed that his eyes were moist, and I felt his energy shifting—he was getting anxious. As I walked closer, he retreated to the couch and buried his face in his hands.

Milky meowed and put his paws on Day’s thigh.

After a while, he mumbled, "Part of me feels like I should be mad at you for doing all this. It feels like it could spiral out of control… But another part of me—" he paused, his voice trembling, "—for years, I’ve been frustrated with myself for letting Ferguson scare me. And you…" He looked up at me, his eyes glistening. "You’re refusing to let him win, and I’m grateful for that. But I’m still terrified. I don’t know what he’ll do… if he’ll come here and try to kill us."

I let out a huff. "Day, once this footage is public, if he tries to come after us, that’ll be the end of him. He’s not stupid enough to do that. Besides, he has no idea who leaked the footage. I sent it from a burner phone. There’s nothing linking it directly to us. A bunch of people could’ve accessed that footage—City Hall staff, IT, even security guards. That archive wasn’t exactly secure. It could be used by many people interested in bringing him down, his political opponents, disgruntled employees—"

"In theory, he may just send someone else," Day muttered, hesitating. "He’d have to start with me; our marriage certificate was probably already sent by Fate’s Choice to the City Office. The address is there. But you're right on that point—he’s got way bigger problems now. Trying to get revenge would be pretty stupid. It would only make him look even guiltier."

After pushing Milky off, I slowly sat down beside Day on the rattan sofa and gently took his hand, resting there palm up. "Day, this has to come out. There’s no other way. He has to pay for what he’s done. Even if it doesn’t make it to court—though I think it will—there’ll still be consequences. No one’s going to seriously consider electing him as a senator after this. His reputation will be ruined."

Unexpectedly, Day’s phone chimed. He picked it up and stared at the screen, his eyes widening.

"I got a text message from the bank… there’s a notification about a transfer," he said, as he showed me the screen.

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