Chapter 167 - Turbulence

Noah

“What are you talking about?” I asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. Raymond’s sudden outburst took me off guard. My stomach tightened with anxiety.

His expression was hard as he yanked his phone from his pocket, thrusting it in front of me. “What is this, Noah? Who is this man?”

I blinked, trying to focus on the screen. I immediately recognized the source of his anger. It was Cassandra’s latest social media post: “Fun in Vegas with the girls! #bachelorette” Below the caption were photos of us at the casino.

Most of them were harmless—just us posing with drinks, laughing, enjoying the night—but one photo made my heart stop. It showed me sitting at a small table with Thomas. He was leaning in close. His face was tilted toward mine, as if sharing something conspiratorial.

Raymond’s voice was tight, barely holding back the frustration. “You said nothing happened, Noah. Then why were you sharing drinks with a man? And why does he look just like me?”

I glanced at the photo again, my th