Sebastian gently removed me from his lap and stood from the sofa. “I’ll smoke on the balcony, and give you privacy to check things.”
My chest stirred, and my mind wanted to wander, but this wasn’t the time for that.
I combed through the photos, media, saved files, and other documents. There wasn’t a single video of me. There are tons of pictures of me, but they were taken when we were out and I wasn’t looking. I always looked happy in them. I see the love I once felt brightly shining on my face.
I wanted to be that Ivy again, but it was too late.
Either way, there weren’t any videos and this was a dead end.
I didn’t bother looking into his messages. I no longer cared about his chats with Elle or any other woman. I was decidedly leaving him. They can fight over him all they want.
