Page 174 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

Then again.

And again.

Rapid fire.

I pull it out, already irritated by the interruption, only for cold to settle in my stomach.

Notifications.

Too many.

Instagram, X, texts, news alerts.

My expression must change because Xander straightens. “What?”

I don’t answer right away, because I’m reading, and every second makes it worse.

My jaw tightens. “No,” I murmur.

“What?”

I open the first video.

Bennett’s. Friday Night Live. Julian and Xander on stage. Crowd cheering. Phones everywhere.

Then the camera pans.

Straight to Willow standing beside me near the bar, my hand wrapped around hers.

Another notification appears before the first clip even finishes.

Different angle. Different post. This one outside Bennett’s.

Me kissing Willow against the wall behind the bar.

Fuck.

My pulse drops.

“What happened?” Xander demands, already standing now.

I hand him the phone.

Silence fills the office as he watches.

Then another notification appears across the screen. Photos attached. I recognize the lake instantly.

Willow in Xander’s arms waist deep in dark water. His hand against her face. Their mouths together.

A third post loads beneath it before either of us can react.

Julian outside Willow’s house, his hand tangled in her hair as he kisses her inside her car.

Every angle. Every moment. Every mistake.

All connected now.

All public.