Ryan drove through the city streets that evening, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.
The neon lights flashed against the windshield, blurring with the growing ache in his head.
His jaw clenched as the video replayed in his mind—his mother standing in Serena’s company, publicly humiliating her in front of everyone.
The look on Serena’s face, the humiliation, the shame—it should’ve made him angry.
But it didn’t.
If it were the old him—the Ryan who believed every word Serena said—he would’ve stormed into his mother’s house, demanding answers, defending Serena.
But not anymore.
Not after the lies.
Not after she kept Amy away for years.
Not after she looked him in the eyes and claimed he was Amy’s father when he wasn’t.
A bitter laugh escaped his lips.
