The Wrong Woman

"What about social media? Why did you block me?" Sienna inquired.

"Sorry, Sienna. Why exactly did you call me?" Jane's response left Sienna somewhat resigned, a sense of foreboding settling over her. Such was the way of supposed lifelong friends. Sienna had no interest in maintaining one-sided emotional investments in friendships. Cutting straight to the chase, she asked, "Jane, did you write 'Into the Light'?"

There was silence on the other end.

For Sienna, this silence was deafening. She couldn't believe it. Her heart clenched with a mix of sorrow and indignation. "So, 'Into the Light' is really your work?"

"Yes." Jane's voice, though slightly hollow, carried an air of entitlement. "I've already bought the book's copyright and secured a film contract."

Sienna let out a wry smile, her eyes moistening. "I never imagined that my best friend would steal my book. I-"

Before Sienna could finish, Jane cut her off, her tone assertive, "Sienna, my book was published three months before yours. Who copied whom? It's pretty clear, isn't it?"

Sienna sighed bitterly. "Jane, do you know the meaning of shame when you speak like this?"

again, Jane

took a deep breath and clenched her phone tightly, suppressing her

this book and stored it on my laptop. I never thought that even with

you plagiarized my novel. Considering our friendship, I didn't want to sue you. But my company insisted on

an apology, we can

treasured our relationship so much and considered our bond. But too bad, it seems I'm more ruthless than you. All I want now is to destroy you. Just wait; we'll see each other in

Sienna hung up the

seething. The mere thought that Jane could be behind the plagiarism

materials for the lawsuit. She also got her company to hire a lawyer. Despite days of tireless preparation, the lawyer shook his head in dismay after

for the impending lawsuit. The lawyer proposed seeking a setteet given

is a long shot," the lawyer

proposed, "What if I could find some top-tier network engineers who could retrieve the timestamps of my book's creation? Perhaps we could trace the exact route she took to steal my

lawyer's confidence reignited as he slammed his hand on the table. "That might work. It's a strong play. But where would you find such