I released Victor's hand and stepped toward her, palm extended.
"Give them to me."
She glanced at Victor, panic flickering in her eyes.
"Give it to me!" I roared.
I couldn't fathom the depths of their depravity. Their relationship had crossed the line as far back as her college entrance exams—when she was barely legal and I was her sponsor.
I snatched the photo. The moment it registered, my legs gave out. I slid to the floor.
In the image, they were naked. Georgia curled in Victor's arms, flushed with post-coital warmth. But it was the look in his eyes that gutted me—tender enough to melt ice.
Georgia fidgeted, pinching her fingers as she leaned into Victor's side, playing victim.
"I didn't do it on purpose, Grace. I didn't know you'd find out... I didn't mean to show off."
Her excuses became white noise. My focus narrowed to the man beside her. I forced myself up, staggering toward him step by step.
I slammed the photo into his chest. "Victor Weston, is this how you repay me?"
His expression stayed cold, unrepentant. "She's been by my side since high school. You watched her grow up. You know she relies on me."