"Why is Mason in possession of my old pictures, even when I was in college?" Anastasia whispered, her voice barely audible as tears streamed freely down her face.
Her hands trembled as she clutched the photographs, her heart pounding with confusion and betrayal.
She didn't even realize when she stepped out of Mason's room, her legs moving on their own as her mind spun in circles.
'Mason has a lot to answer for... and he will, today,' she thought with firm determination, though her chest felt tight with pain.
As she reached the living room, the soft hum of the television filled the space, but what she heard next made her freeze. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Breaking news from a top blogger in the country claims that Anastasia Stones is the unworthy wife of Mason Harrington..."
The newscaster's voice echoed like thunder in her ears.
