Chapter 152

Cecelia's POV.

The old computer hummed faintly when I plugged it in, protesting the sudden revival after years of silence.

The screen flickered green, then black, demanding a password.

I had tried the obvious three. His common code, my birthday, and the name of his first failed venture. Nothing worked.

I sat back, chewing on the inside of my lip. Jayden’s arrogance was matched only by his sentimentality, a pathetic trait he masked with endless cynicism.

What was the one ...