Adam lay in his bed , his lips curved upward in what one might generously call a smile. It wasn't one, not really.
There was no warmth, no humor—just cold satisfaction that was reflected in his eyes and the 'curve' of his mouth... Like Melanie, he too was watching pictures on his phone... but it wasn't their pictures he was focused on. He'd seen them and shared them with her, but his original target had been someone else.
And now that held his attention- Spencer.
It had been no accident that those pictures of him and Melanie had turned out so perfectly. He was the one who had made sure of that. Of course, he'd instructed the photographer to take a few ambiguous shots but the ones on the flyboard had been a pleasant surprise, for turning up the way they had.
Adam had personally hired a professional—one skilled enough to capture every intimate angle, every seemingly candid moment that painted a perfect illusion of a couple deeply in love. All for Spencer's benefit.
