Ivy’s POV
The moment I saw the pictures, it felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. There he was - Asher, my husband - his arms around Taylor, my ex-best friend.
The woman I once trusted like a sister. The woman who had already betrayed me once before. And now, she had struck again.
My chest tightened, and a cold, sharp pain stabbed through me. It felt like my heart had been ripped out, tossed to the ground, and stomped on repeatedly.
My breath caught in my throat, and my vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes. Betrayal crushed down on me, a weight so heavy I thought I might collapse. My hands trembled as I clutched my phone, my fingers turning white.
Why wasn’t I enough? That thought screamed through my mind, louder than anything else. Anxiety crept up inside me
