Zerah
I stared blankly at my monitor, the screen glowing with half-typed figures and forgotten emails. But I couldn’t focus—not after what Nathan had just told me.
Ryker had told his family. Without asking me. Without warning.
My hands trembled slightly as I picked up my coffee cup, only to realize it had long gone cold. Nathan hadn’t looked at me the same after our conversation, and I could feel the shift—subtle, but growing. He was going to find out eventually. And then what? Would he start treating me like some homewrecker? Like the villain in the story Ryker had painted?
I didn’t realize I was gripping the edge of my desk until my fingers started to ache.
How DARE he.
How dare Ryker throw me under the bus like this?
I stood up suddenly, the legs of my chair scraping against the
