Sandy’s POV
My hands were shaky as I stared at the picture. I could not believe what I was seeing. My heart was aching from pain, anger and jealousy the more I stared at every picture sent to me. My brain was trying to tell me the truth, forcing me to believe what was in the picture while my heart was doing otherwise, telling me it was all my imagination and that it was something else happening.
Why the f**k was Anthony kissing a woman? On our wedding day. On the day we got married, he was in a lip lock with a woman that I could not recognize and from the angle and quality of the picture, this was obviously captured by a paparazzi.
I locked the screen of my phone and marched out of the bathroom and moved around the house in my bathrobe, full of angry air. I looked around, hoping to find
