Destruction
Adrian's POV
The photograph had burned itself into my memory. I'd stared at it countless times over the past week, each viewing like pressing salt into an open wound. Penelope had delivered it with surgical precision, a single image that shattered everything I thought I knew. My father pressed against Stella in the shadows of the Community Guild, his mouth on her neck, her body yielding to his touch. The accompanying message was brutally simple: "Your father's newest prize."
The betrayal cut deeper than any knife ever could.
Stella had been feeding me lies for days. Every excuse perfectly crafted. Supporting Hazel through her crisis. Girls' nights out to lift everyone's spirits. A different story each time I asked where she'd been. Meanwhile, she was letting my father put his hands all over her body.
