Chapter Twenty-One
Wes wanted to punch the wall, but he decided to punch a pillow instead. That didn’t help, so he slumped onto the floor, leaning against the bed, lowering his head onto his knees. He squeezed his eyes tight against the flashes of red anger that coursed through his veins every time he thought of the photo of him and Elise kissing. The moment, forever tainted, would be viewed by hundreds of millions of people by the week’s end. The part that hurt the most was that Elise had betrayed him. He had trusted her implicitly, shared his family secrets, and she had kept his secrets from everyone but the one person who could destroy everything. Amy McCallister of A+ Photography was the one he should direct his blame and anger toward, but if Elise hadn’t tipped her off, she never wou
