Amelia's POV
The email arrives at 2 PM.
No subject line. No sender name. Just an attachment.
I'm at Harper's apartment. Safe. Or I thought I was safe.
"Don't open it." Harper's looking over my shoulder. "It could be malware or…"
I open it anyway.
Photos. Dozens of them.
Me and Daniel at our wedding. Our honeymoon. Candid shots from our marriage I didn't know existed. Private moments that should have stayed private.
But that's not the worst part.
The worst part is the caption beneath each one: The woman who wasn't enough.
My hands shake. The laptop screen blurs.
"What the hell?" Harper snatches the computer. Scrolls through. Her face goes white. "Amelia. These are…who has these photos?"
"I don't know." My voice sounds far away. "They're from my phone. My cloud storage. Someone h
