Emily’s POV

“Austin,” he suddenly mentioned.

My stomach twisted. “What? What did Au...”

“Look.” He turned the screen. It showed one text from the unknown number.

It had the link to Austin’s private Instagram story.

There was a screenshot attached of the so called "fake photos" posted there first and the timestamp matched.

But it was deleted quickly on his account, meanwhile someone had saved them and spread them.

Dario’s knuckles squeezed tight around the phone.

“ ...