Betrayal on Display
I swiped the screen, and my world caved in.
There was Ryan—on the deck of a luxury yacht, arms wrapped around another woman in a bright red swimsuit. In the next photo, he was on one knee, holding out a small box with a ring, fireworks bursting behind him as people cheered.
Beneath the photos, a cruel message read: “Your husband belongs to us now.”
That was the final blow—the one that sent Sophie crumbling.
