Amara's POV
My heart pounding with anger, still reeling from the rush of slapping Selena and Stephanie. I was so caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that I almost didn’t hear Ryder’s voice behind me.
“How dare you slap her?” His words came out like a lash, sharp and cutting. I turned around quickly, the anger within me bubbling to the surface once again.
Ryder was standing there, his jaw clenched, his fists balled at his sides. His eyes burned with fury, and I could see the tension in his body. But in that moment, all I could feel was an overwhelming surge of resentment. He was defending Selena. He was standing there, after everything, after all that had happened, still on her side.
The memories of those photos flooded my mind—Selena and Ryder, naked and entwined. The images that
