My phone buzzed on the desk, and I glanced at the screen. A new message from the investigator I'd hired.
The attachment loaded, and my stomach twisted at the sight of the photos. Frank. And Ruth. Together.
I clenched my jaw and closed my fists tight, digging my nails into my palms. He said it was over between them. That she meant nothing anymore.
"Frank, you're such a liar," I murmured under my breath, my voice low-the venom in it even surprised me.
I did not care what the specifics were behind the content of their conversations in the pictures. The fact they were in a space together-it was enough to make me angry. Did Ruth even have an idea about what she'd called into my life again?
No, it wasn't anger now. Hatred, raw and unfiltered, just boiled to the surface. I would deal with he
