Bella’s fingers trembled as she stared at the glowing screen in front of her. She hadn’t expected to see it. Not this. Not Damien. And yet there he was—laughing, touching, whispering into someone else’s ear, a private moment meant to be just between him and her… stolen, exposed, undeniable.
Her chest tightened, and a sharp ache pierced her heart. The betrayal cut deeper than she had imagined possible. Damien had always been dangerous, possessive, intoxicating—but she had trusted him. She had surrendered pieces of herself, believing his obsession was hers alone. Now, that fragile trust had shattered like glass under the weight of this revelation.
Bella’s fingers hovered over the screen, unable to close it, unable to look away. The images, the messages—they burned into her mind, replaying
