MAYA’S POV
My heart stopped.
On the small screen, the image was grainy but unmistakable. It was Jalen’s bedroom from months ago. The lighting was dim, but clear enough to catch the sweat on Jalen’s back as he pounded into me. My own face was thrown back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut, my mouth open as I screamed from pleasure.
“Jalen… please, Jalen, faster.” I gripped the bedsheet.
I felt a wave of nausea so violent I had to catch the edge of the dresser to keep from collapsing. I looked like a stranger to myself. The fact that he had been f*****g Tessa too made me want to throw up all the drinks I’d had at the party. My heart ached from the betrayal; you never really move on, and this wound was barely a week old.
I slammed my thumb down to pause it, but the phone vibrated in
