The rain came down like icy sheets-despite the summer heat-, soaking through Rayla’s dress until the fabric clung to her skin like a second layer of grief. She ran without direction, her bare feet slapping against the pavement after she ditched her heels somewhere, the sting nothing compared to the raw, jagged hole in her chest.
She could still see it—them—burned behind her eyelids every time she blinked.
Asher’s hands, those strong, familiar hands that had traced her skin with such tenderness, gripping Silvia’s waist like he never wanted to let go. His lips, the same ones that had whispered I love you against her neck, now locked with Silvia’s in a kiss that looked too practiced, too right. The way Silvia had arched into him, her fingers tangled in his hair, like she knew exactly how to
