The satisfaction on Lila’s face when she walked off made me want to scream. The edited photos were still burned into my mind, me and Alex in positions I had never been in, angles that looked damning, moments that never happened. My hands shook as I clutched my phone, the screen now dark but the damage already done.
Damien had walked away. Not stormed off in rage, but quietly, like the weight of those pictures had sucked the fight out of him. That hurt worse than shouting ever could.
I stood up slowly, wiping my face with the back of my hand. The green dress that had felt beautiful an hour ago now felt like a costume for a night that had gone horribly wrong. I took the private elevator up to the penthouse, my heart pounding louder with every floor.
When the doors opened, the living room
