Aria’s phone lit up on the coffee table with a soft chime. She glanced at it from the sofa, expecting a delivery notification or one of Ethan’s routine check-ins. Instead the screen showed an unknown number...no name, no profile picture, just a blank gray circle.
She tapped the message open.
A single photo loaded instantly.
Her own face stared back at her...head tipped back, lips parted, eyes closed in unmistakable pleasure. The kitchen light haloed her hair. Ethan’s hand was visible on her hip, fingers splayed possessively. The image was cropped tight, intimate, stolen.
Below it, one line of text:
*Someone else was watching too.*
Her stomach dropped like a stone through water.
She stared at the photo for several frozen seconds, breath shallow. Then she set the phone down very caref
