I stared at the display. Irritation sparked within me, along with another flicker of heartache. The knife was already buried so deep—the twisting of the blade was uncalled for.

With my phone unlocked, I navigated into my texts to delete the message. My intention was to erase it without opening it, but the message preview sucked me in, and I took the bait.

Luke: Trouble in paradise?

Bailey: Stop texting me, stalker.

Luke: Don’t be angry with me because Carter dumped you.

Bailey: How do you even know that?

Luke: I know everything.

Bailey: From what I hear, you have problems of your own to worry about.

Luke: What are you talking about?

Bailey: Guess I know everything too.

Luke: Everything? Did you know about his sex tape?

Luke: Told you he wasn’t who you thought he was.

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My heart roared in my ears as I stared at his message.

Sex tape? What?

The photo thumbnail told me all I needed to know. It was of a guy with dark hair, kissing a girl while holding a joint in one hand. His face was mostly obscured by smoke.

But I knew that side profile—that jawline and that nose. I knew that hair. And those hands.

An ear-splitting crash reverberated around me then. When I looked around for the source, I spotted the remains of my empty cup covering the dark gray tile floor. My bare feet were surrounded by a glittering sea of pale blue glass. It didn’t just break. It shattered.

“Oh my god.” Siobhan ran into the kitchen, frantically scanning the room. “I heard you scream. What happened?”

Had I screamed?

Her focus fell to the floor in front of me and she winced. “Are you okay?”

“I—” I shook my head. “The—no.”

Shockwaves resonated through my brain. Nothing made sense. Why didn’t he tell me?

Still clutching my phone, I lifted one foot and started for the hall.

“No, don’t move.” She held up a hand as she skirted the edges of the mess, surveying how far the shards had traveled. “There’s glass everywhere. Let me clean this up first.”

My stomach balled into a fist. “There’s a video, Shiv.”

“What video?” She glanced up, confused.

“Chase.” I tried to verbalize what happened and failed. “There’s a video.”

Dallas rushed through the doorway. “Shit.” He froze, blue eyes wide. “Where’s the broom?”

“There’s a brush and dustpan in the hall closet. Can you grab the vacuum too?” Shiv turned back to me. “Just stay put. Let me sweep it up so Dal can vacuum.”

A moment later, Dallas returned with the necessary supplies. He handed the brush and dustpan to Shiv once she’d gathered up the larger pieces. Shiv kneeled and swept shards of glass into the dustpan.