Quite honestly, being cheated on—or maybe just feeling like she was being cheated on—had become almost normal for Snow.
It wasn't that Riley had ever truly betrayed her.
Not in the way most people meant it.
But the feeling?
That quiet sting when she saw another girl look at him a little too long, when he gave someone else that rare, soft expression?
That happened more often than she liked to admit.
Back then, when they first started dating, she already knew what kind of man he was.
Riley attracted people.
Not because he tried.
Not because he flirted or showed off.
He simply existed, and people gravitated toward him.
His calm strength, that unreadable stoic face, the quiet way he handled things—it drew others in like a flame in the dark.
And Snow understood her position.
She wasn't blind.
She knew she hadn't "won" because she was the only one capable.
She had simply been the first to reach him.
The first to break through that wall.
