Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The chat was flooded with photos. Nude photos. From last night.

Of me.

“Damn, Ethan! Gotta say, your wife still got some curves on her!”

‘Pregnant chicks hit different, huh? Wonder what she tastes like.”

With that slutty look? Bet she’d be top-tier in any club.”

Each filthy message from Zack and the others cut deeper than the last.

Reading their vulgar comments, I felt stripped, exposed, like some animal in a cage-naked and humiliated, on display for their

musement.

Baby, why are your eyes red?”

than came back downstairs, file in hand, acting like nothing had happened.

He gently draped a blanket over my lap.

It’s chilly today. You’re still pregnant-you’ve got to take extra care.”

He smiled. Warm. Tender.

ike a knife dipped in honey.

Kaylee’s birthday is tonight,” he added, almost casually.

I’m throwing her a small party here. Just a few close friends. Wear something nice, okay?”

My entire body tensed at the sound of her name.

I’d rather stay in and rest tonight. I don’t want to be disturbed.”

lis smile vanished.

It’s just a birthday, Isolde. One day out of the year. You’re not seriously using your pregnancy to guilt me, are you? I’ve already been nore than patient with you. But on this? I’m not backing down.”

hadn’t even said much. But he was already racing to defend his precious Kaylee.

That’s the thing about love-you know when it’s missing.

The party happened anyway.

By the time I walked downstairs, all eyes were on me.

Some amused.

Some mocking.

Some filled with something darker.

“Isolde! We’re wearing the same dress! Isn’t that adorable? Great minds think alike!”

Kaylee chirped as she looped her arm through mine.

Only then did I realize-we were both in the exact same red dress.

“This dress looks way better on Kaylee, though,” Ethan said bluntly.

“Let’s be real-Isolde’s pregnant, bloated, and halfway to hideous. No grace left.”

“Now, now,” Zack chimed in with a smirk, “I think the baby bump gives her character. Kind of a… mature charm.”

He took my hand, slowly rubbing his thumb along the back of it, his gaze crawling over me like something alive.

Author’s Note:Isolde’s allure hasn’t faded one bit-some people just can’t see what they’ve already lost.