Roman’s POV
I’d been patient.
I gave Maddi time. Gave her the silence. Gave her the chance to walk away and keep Ariana’s name out of her damn mouth.
And she spat on it.
Leaked the video.
Tried to humiliate her.
Tried to humiliate me.
So I stopped playing nice.
I stood by the window, phone tight in my hand, watching Ariana curled beneath my sheets, her breathing soft, her face still stained with the pain of what she saw.
She didn’t deserve this.
She didn’t ask for any of this.
And now?
Now, she’d never have to fight this alone again.
I sent Maddi the picture.
The one she’d begged me to delete a year ago.
The one that made it clear I could ruin her reputation a hundred times worse.
She read it.
Left me on read.
So I texted again.
“Last chance. Go live and fix it. Tell the
