LOVE HIS ENEMY: My Husband's Downfall
I turn to see him holding his phone, his expression unreadable as he walks toward Eric and me.
“What?” James asks, still seated, his voice calm but curious.
Jonathan stops in front of us and holds out the phone. Eric leans in first, and his face twists in shock.
“What the hell?”
“What?” Adam says, moving closer.
Eric hands the phone to me, his jaw clenched. “Look.”
I take the phone, my stomach tightening as I stare at the screen.
The image is grainy but unmistakable—a censored photo of Christopher in bed with Celeste. The headline above it screams in bold letters: