(Hailey Miller’s POV)
The picture burned in my hands like poison.
Ethan's face, alive and laughing. Madison pressed against him, her lips curved in that smug smile I remembered from the company dinner. They looked happy. Sickeningly, devastatingly happy.
My throat closed. The words scraped out like glass shards.
“It's them,” I whispered. “Ethan and Madison. Together.”
The admission tore something open inside me. I'd known—of course I'd known—but seeing it, their faces bright with stolen joy, made it real in a way that crushed the air from my lungs.
Liam's face went white. But not shocked white. Not the pale of someone hearing terrible news for the first time.
Composed white. The color of a man who'd been expecting this.
“Let me see the phone,” he said quietly.
I clutched it tight
