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Chapter 19: Step One Betrayal.

作者: Ella Spencer
last update 最終更新日: 2025-08-27 21:51:34

Betty's POV

“Hey, Betty, I forgot my....”

The voice made my body freeze.

Dante’s tall frame filled the doorway, his sharp eyes bouncing between me and Andreina. His words cut off mid-sentence, and for a moment, silence dragged like a blade. He wasn’t stunned because he’d caught his woman with someone else, or even because I had a half naked girl in my room. No. He was stunned because he had left less than an hour ago, only to come back and see this.

He stepped inside slowly, every move deliberate, every breath heavy. “I came to grab my car keys,” he muttered, low but sharp, like he didn’t believe his own excuse.

Panic hit Andreina first. She pulled the sheet higher against her chest, covering her bare skin, cheeks burning red. But me? I pushed myself up, planted my feet on the ground, and met him head-on. Before he could take another step, I reached out, grabbing his wrist.

“Wait. Just… wait, Dante. Let me explain.”

His eyes flicked down to where my fingers held him, then back to my f
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