Suddenly, Tristan lunged forward, yanking the stack of photos from my hand. His face was a mask of panic.
“These photos are fake! All digitally altered! Don’t believe him!”
With trembling hands, he tore the photos apart, pieces fluttering to the floor like ashes.
“Lucas,” he snarled, “you were the one sleeping around. You photoshopped my face onto your mess!”
Unfazed, I pulled out a small USB drive and held it up.
“The originals are on this drive. If you’re so confident, let’s have a professional analyze them. Let’s see who’s lying.”
A flicker of fear flashed in Tristan’s eyes. He clutched Sienna’s shoulders, voice trembling.
“Don’t listen to him! He forged everything to drive a wedge between us. Sienna, the only one I love is you. You know I’d never touch another woman, please, believe me…”
Sienna stared at him for a beat, then gave a firm nod. She turned toward me, her eyes filled with disdain.
“Lucas, do you really think dragging Tristan down will make me change my mind?”
“I’d rather become a nun than marry you.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and sneered.
“Mrs. Everhart already exposed your wild personal life. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I chuckled lowly, my eyes narrowing.