Did you sleep with him?

NOLAN

There, on the screen, was Alanna, her hand intertwined with Brad's. A sickening certainty gripped me.

They were on a date. In his damn penthouse, no less. My muscles clenched, the image replaying in my mind.

Was that why she looked so damn radiant that morning? Was the lingering scent of her perfume a leftover from their rendezvous?

Had they…? The thought sent a fresh wave of anger crashing over me.

The rest of the hearing faded into a dull roar. My lawyer's words, the judge – none of it registered. All I could focus on was the image of Alanna, seemingly carefree, enjoying Brad's company.

My mother, a smug smile playing on her lips, intercepted me before I could reach Alanna.

"Well, that went well, wouldn't you say?" she purred, her voice laced with a satisfaction that grated on my nerves.

"What the hell was that, bringing that picture to court?" I spat, my voice low and dangerous.

"Oh, come now, Nolan," she countered, the smile widening into a smirk. "It simply highlighted