Semua Bab Scent of my mistress : Bab 41 - Bab 43

Ava sat on the edge of her bed long after leaving Damian’s office. The air in her apartment was still, too still, as if holding its breath along with her. Her chest burned from the argument, her mind spiraling between fury and humiliation. She wanted to smash something, scream until her throat tore apart, but all she did was sit there with trembling fingers pressed to her temples.Her phone vibrated against the nightstand. She glanced down, half-expecting Damian again, but the name that flashed across the screen froze her. Lydia.The message was brief, precise, and terrifyingly calm.Meet me tonight. Landmine l Hotel. Suite 804. 9 PM. Do not be late.Ava’s heart lurched. Her first instinct was to throw the phone aside, pretend she had not seen it. But she knew she would go. She always went when Lydia summoned. No matter the bruises left behind, the magnetic pull between them was undeniable. Even now, when anger and fear made her chest tight, curiosity and desire tangled with them, pul

The house was too quiet.Damian had been pacing for nearly an hour, his steps echoing against the polished floor, his thoughts louder than the silence around him. His shirt clung to his back with sweat, his tie long discarded on the couch. Every turn he made across the living room felt like running circles inside his own mind.Ava’s words from earlier How did Lydia know about the slush fund? echoed like a curse. He had brushed it off at the office, tried to stay stoic, but now, in the privacy of his home, the question clawed at him relentlessly.He remembered the night he had confronted Lydia.It had been late, the house bathed in shadow. He had slammed the door to her study open, waving the documents in his hand, his voice shaking with fury. “How did you know? Who told you about the fund?”Lydia had not denied it. She hadn’t even blinked. Instead, she looked up from her glass of whiskey, her expression calm, almost amused, as though she had been waiting for him to ask. “Does it matte