~Sienna~
The glossy photos trembled slightly in my hands as I flipped through them. Each one told a story I wasn’t ready to face.
There was a picture of Lucas and me at the hospital—his hand gripping mine firmly. Another of us standing outside my apartment, his face close to mine, caught in an intimate moment. Then the gym—his arm possessively around my waist.
My stomach churned as I reached the last few. At the gala, Lucas and I walking hand-in-hand down the red carpet. The flash of cameras illuminated his stern profile, while my veil obscured most of my face.
How? How did someone get these?
I shuffled through them again, my heart pounding harder with every image. Whoever had taken these pictures had been following us from the very beginning. The earliest ones dated back to the day I
