CHAPTER SIXTY NINE

TRENT'S POV

WHAT!!

The post hit me to the gut, rubbing me of my breath. What the hell? Could this be some sick joke? I whipped my head towards Damien, eyes narrowing as realization began to set in.

Damien was the one who had initially shown me the picture of Ella and the guy. But he couldn't possibly be stupid enough to actually post and spread it publicly like this...right? As much of an asshole as Damien could be, I trusted that he would never want Ella's image dragged through the mud to this extent.

Slowly, my gaze shifted over to where Ella sat frozen. My heart clenched painfully at the look of despair on her face. She appeared hollow, all the light drained from her eyes.

In that moment, every instinct screamed at me to surge forward, to wrap her up in my arms and shield her from the judgmental stares and whispers surrounding us.

But just as quickly, the image of the guy cupping her cheek flashed across my mind's eye, causing doubt to surge through me. Why did they seem so close