Those photos hit like a punch to my gut, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. I just kept staring, torturing myself.

The lighting in them was dim, but every detail was clear—crystal clear. No filters, no edits.

They were real.

I couldn't stop hearing the housekeeper's voice in my head—how she said Summer brought Ryan home last night.

So that's why he didn't come back until late? That's why he ghosted all my messages? All because he was with her?

What the hell ...