Landon lost his mind staring at the photos.
They were everywhere.
His phone screen glared with images he couldn't unsee. Celeste in Dominic's arms. Celeste smiling up at him. Celeste being lifted effortlessly onto his shoulders. It was like a full documentary of betrayal, served to him in a carousel of Instagram posts, Tweets, and TikToks with millions of views already.
He swiped angrily. Again. And again. It just doesn't end.
The comments stung more than the photos.
"She upgraded."
"Uncle and nephew? Juicy."
"Dominic always gets what he wants."
"Dominic is older and more handsome. Not gonna lie, I'm also gonna ride on him any chance I have."
Landon's hands shook. His chest burned. The edges of his vision blurred in white-hot rage. He tossed his phone across the room. It hit the wall with a crack and landed on the carpet face-down.
He stood, pacing.
He couldn't breathe. Dominic was winning in public eyes.
Grigor's voice rang through his head.
