Another photo showed Liam’s arm wrapped around Stephanie’s waist, his smile faint but unmistakable. The caption read: Dreams really do come true. Her mother gasped, covering her mouth in shock. “How could she—after everything?” Her father’s fists clenched, his voice low and tight. “This isn’t just betrayal. This is spectacle. She wants everyone to see it.”
Clara shook her head, trembling. Every image felt like a blade twisting deeper, every word a taunt. “She’s rubbing it in my face,” she whispered. “They both are.” Phoebe put the phone down sharply, her own voice trembling with anger. “Then we have to find out why, Clara. Because this doesn’t add up. Not the way he looked, not the way he acted.”