< The Forbidden Uncle
Chapter 166 Did Ryan Cheat On Me?
Gabrielle
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The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache and this weird, uneasy feeling in my chest.
Instinctively, I reached for my phone. I opened our messages and stared at the screen. Still nothing.
I froze. The message I sent Ryan last night–he still hadn’t answered.
A wave of disappointment hit me like a truck. I sighed, dragging myself out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
After washing up, I stepped into the hallway and spotted Nina dusting near the stairs. I walked over and asked, “Hey–did Ryan come home last night?”
She hesitated, eyes flicking away. “He came back–really late last night. He’s probably still sleeping.”
Something about her voice felt off. I frowned, but let it go. Instead, I turned and started toward Ryan’s
room.
I’d gone far when I caught two maids whispering by the corner.
“Did you hear? Ms. Miller brought Mr. Hudson back last night. He was totally drunk-”
“Seriously? If she was the one bringing him home, they’ve gotta be more than just ‘friends.“”
“Exactly. They looked really close when she helped him inside-”
The words hit me like a sucker punch. My heart sank.
‘Summer and Ryan? She brought him back?‘
But he told me he didn’t like her. He said he was going to avoid her.
And now this–out all night, ignoring my message, and he ended up with her?
I tried to stay calm, tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he really was too drunk to drive. Maybe Summer just happened to be there.
But the twisting ache in my chest said otherwise. It crawled through me like a poison, slow and bitter.
I took a deep breath and kept walking toward his door, when suddenly my phone buzzed in my hand.
I glanced down. A text from an unknown number–with a photo.
My heart thudded. I hesitated for a second–then tapped it open.
It was a little blurry, the lighting dim, but clear enough–a woman, clinging to a man’s arm, her face nuzzled against his shoulder.
I recognized her instantly.
Summer.
And the man? Even though I could only see him from behind, I knew him.
Ryan.
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He was wearing the suit i had picked out for him. The one fd pressed myself, carefully, with love
And now, that same suit was wrapped around her
My stomach dropped. I staggered backward, barely catching myself against the wall.
Before I could even process what I’d seen, my phone buzzed again.
Another photo. Then another. And another.
Each one from a different angle, different moments. Every shot more intimate than the last
Then came the worst one of them in a hotel hallway. Another–on a bed.
My throat closed up. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like I’d been tossed into freezing water, the kind of panic that crushes your lungs and pulls you under.
He said she meant nothing.
He said I was the one he loved.
And now these pictures–each one like a slap, each one like a betrayal written in high definition.
I wanted to believe it was all a mistake. I needed to believe that.
But every picture felt like a nail driven straight through the fragile trust I had just barely started to rebuild.
I stared at the number that had been sent to them–a random string of digits that had just blown my world to pieces, and my hands were shaking.
I stood there, frozen, completely numb.
I never imagined the little bit of happiness I’d found would vanish so fast. And I never thought I’d be questioning the man I trusted with everything I had.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
Should I trust the photos or trust him?
