Bella stared at the photograph on her phone for another few seconds before locking the screen.
The woman standing beside Ryder was beautiful, but that wasn't Bella's problem. Neither was the fact that someone had apparently decided to involve her in whatever complicated situation existed between Ryder and his best friend's wife.
She had enough problems of her own.
Why was this person messaging her? What exactly did she have to do with Ryder Black?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
She dropped her phone onto the sofa and returned to editing her photographs. If Ryder wanted to spend his time with married women, jealous girlfriends, or anyone else who enjoyed unnecessary drama, he was free to do so.
She wasn't his girlfriend, his sister, or his personal adviser.
She was simply the photogra
