"No… No way. Maybe I'm just overthinking it." I tried to convince myself, but the photos in front of me told a different story. Alaric was no different from those reckless, entitled trust-fund kids. He treated these poor girls like trophies.
"Alaric, who are you, really?" My hands trembled as I started tearing through the apartment, yanking open drawers, flinging open cabinets. I had completely forgotten why I had come here in the first place. X was no longer on my mind. All I could think about was how the image I had of Alaric was shattering right in front of me.
The man I once thought was perfect—the gentle, considerate, and respectful gentleman—was nothing but an illusion. He was like a grand statue crumbling to dust, his once-flawless image breaking into a million pieces.
As my fing
