Lena paced around the bedroom, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her heels clicked angrily against the marble floor with every step. She was still upset from her last argument with Daniel. The way he had defended Maya—again—was more than she could tolerate.
Daniel didn’t even try to hide it anymore. Every time they argued, he found a way to bring up Maya. Whether it was a simple comparison or a careless outburst, her name was always on his lips. And Lena had had enough.
“Is she a ghost?” Lena muttered to herself. “Or is she just so perfect in his eyes?”
That night, she couldn’t sleep. While Daniel slept in the guest room, she sat on the bed, scrolling through her phone. Her eyes narrowed as she thought about Maya. She hadn’t paid much attention to her before—after all, Maya was supposed to be ruined, cast aside. But lately, Lena had begun to hear whispers that bothered her.
People at her social club mentioned that Maya had started working again—at Verano, of all places. The sam
