(Ayra's POV)
The world around me blurred as I stared at the pictures in my hands, each one more painful than the last.
My fingers trembled as I flipped through them, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes were seeing.
Some were of them kissing, others... more intimate. All taken at different angles.
My breath caught in my throat.
No. No. This couldn't be real.
I blinked, hoping the images would disappear. But they didn't.
Each photo stabbed at me like a knife, deeper and deeper until I could hardly breathe.
Was this what they were hiding?
Is this why Darius looked so troubled last night?
Is this why Charlotte had shown up at his house?
Was I really just the fool caught in the middle of their twisted affair?
I clutched the table, trying to steady myself.
I didn't want to believe it. A part of me refused to. Darius... he wouldn't do this to me.
But the pictures said otherwise.
