—---------------Ryder’s pov—-------------
I couldn’t get the images out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes, they were there, burned into my mind like some sick reminder of everything that had gone wrong between Aubrey and me.
The pictures—those pictures of me and Sage—haunted me. I didn’t remember them. Hell, I couldn’t even fathom how they existed. But Aubrey had shown me the proof, and I couldn’t deny what was right in front of me.
But something didn’t sit right. The longer I thought about it, the more I questioned. Aubrey seemed too broken, too shattered when she confronted me years ago, and I’d been too blind to see it. Too angry to listen. I dismissed her pain as paranoia, thinking she was losing her mind over nothing. But now? Now I wasn’t so sure.
I need answers. And I knew exactly where to get them.