Isabella sat in her apartment, laptop open on the coffee table. Wine glass in hand.
The screen glowed in the dim light. Photos spread across it. Dozens of them.
Landon leaving a restaurant. Landon at a club. Landon with different women on different nights.
All taken by her. Or people she paid to take them.
She scrolled through, selecting the best ones. The most damaging ones.
This one. Landon's hand on a blonde's waist. The way he leaned close. Perfect.
She attached it to an email. Her finger hovered over send.
For a second, something tightened in her chest. A memory flashed. Landon laughing at something she'd said. His hand in hers. The way he'd looked at her once, before everything went wrong.
Before he left.
Before the bathtub. The pills. The hospital lights
