CLAIRE
I took Julian's phone from his hand, my fingers trembling as I began to read Vanessa's post. The photo at the top showed her and Ethan sitting close together on what looked like a couch in their home, both of them looking exhausted and wounded.
Vanessa's eyes were red-rimmed like she'd been crying, her makeup minimal and her hair pulled back in a messy bun. She looked vulnerable, broken, nothing like the perfectly polished woman I knew she always was.
It was an act, everything about it was calculated, but God, it looked convincing. I started reading the caption beneath the photo.
Vanessa Whitmore:
I've stayed silent for weeks, trying to take the high road, but after what happened last night, I can't stay quiet anymore.
My heart breaks for Claire. It truly does. But I'm also te
