Thorne’s P.O.V
My face scrunched in disgust, swiping fast to clear the offending image of her from my screen. She just celebrated her wedding anniversary and to think that she was heavily pregnant—only for her to send pictures of her bare thighs with the caption ‘Do you miss this? I would have come to you if you called, but you broke my fingers for a woman who left you in the end’
“Celeste,” I muttered through gritted teeth.
This wasn't even an obsession at this point. This was pure madness. Her audacity to even send such a raunchy picture as this after what she had done to my sister, Sadie.
She got some nerves.
“What do I do with her?” I tossed the phone to Enzo who sat across from me, holding a chess piece.
He caught my phone, his eyes darkening with every second that his gaze
