Michael's POV
I fixed Lisha with a withering stare, unwilling to waste time on whatever scheme she had brewing. Yet something about her smug expression made me hesitate. Against my better judgment, I opened my laptop and navigated to the email she had sent.
The photograph materialized on my screen.
Everything inside me went cold.
There was Allyson, my Allyson, locked in an intimate embrace with some faceless stranger in what appeared to be her office. Her lips were pressed against his in a way that made my stomach twist into knots.
The world tilted on its axis.
My chest constricted as if someone had wrapped steel bands around my ribs and was slowly tightening them. For several heartbeats, oxygen refused to fill my lungs. My vision tunneled until all I could see was that damning image.
