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“Do you have any idea who that is?” Naomi sputtered, almost choking for the second time. Her eyes bulged and her hand flew to her chest as she stared across the room. “That’s Anthony Jeffery,” she breathed, stunned as if she had just seen a ghost. Anna turned to her, brows scrunching together. “Who is he?” she asked, genuinely lost. Her gaze flicked back to him—drawn helplessly to the way his smile curved, lazy and confident, like he owned the air around him. She snapped her attention back to Naomi. “Well? Who is he?” Naomi inhaled sharply, as if bracing herself. “He is a billionaire tycoon, Anna.” Anna blinked. “…Okay, and?” The look Naomi gave her could curdle milk. “You seriously don’t get it?” she whispered, leaning in and lowering her voice as if the walls themselves might snitch. “Not just any billionaire. Anthony Jeffery owns more than half the companies in this city. Real estate, tech, media, security firms—everything. People don’t cross him. They don’t even breathe

Anna sat staring at the screen during the FaceTime call. Neither of them spoke, but Naomi’s knowing smirk sent a heatwave rushing up Anna’s neck. She looked away, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. “I still can’t believe this,” Naomi finally broke the silence, her eyes wide. “You actually slept with the Anthony Jeffery.” Anna felt like she was burning up. She covered her face with her hands, but the blush peeked through her fingers. “You have to tell me everything,” Naomi leaned into the camera. “Is the rumor true? Is he really… well, you know. Is he big?” “Naomi, let’s not… okay, yes,” Anna whispered, a giggle escaping her. “It was massive.” Both women erupted into squeals like teenagers sharing a secret. Anna leaned back against her headboard, a dazed smile on her face. “I haven’t been touched like that in so long. It feels like my soul and my body finally woke up.” “I can see that. You’re literally glowing,” Naomi said, propping her chin on her hand. “I don’t think

The front door hadn't been closed for a second before the sting of Jake’s palm exploded across Anna’s cheek. Her head snapped to the side, the copper taste of blood blooming in her mouth. She gasped, fingers trembling as they rose to her burning skin. In six years, he had been many things, but he had never been this. “You really went to a party without my consent?” Jake’s voice was a low, jagged growl. He stepped into her space, his chest heaving. “And how did Anthony Jeffery get a hold of your wedding ring, you fucking whore?” His arm swung back again, but the air shifted. Before he could connect, Anna’s hand shot out, catching his wrist in a vice grip. Before he could blink, she channeled years of quiet resentment into her own palm and cracked it across his face. The sound was like a whip; his head jolted back, his eyes widening into dinner plates. “How dare you, Jake. You dare lay your filthy hands on me?” The words didn't just come out of her; they hissed like steam from a

"You're back early," Jake muttered. He backed away from the woman, his body slackening as the heat of the moment died. Anna’s fingernails dug into her palms, drawing blood. She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper, fighting the urge to scream. "You couldn't even take it to a motel?" Her voice was a thin, jagged whisper. She swallowed hard against the lump rising in her throat. "You had to bring it into our bed?" "Anna, it’s not what it looks like." Jake scrambled for his pants. Beside him, the blonde rolled her eyes, reaching for a lace bra discarded on the rug. "Why the shock?" the woman asked, sliding a strap over her shoulder. "You're in an open marriage. This is just Tuesday, right?" "You're both disgusting." Anna’s voice didn't rise, but it turned ice-cold. "Anna—" Jake started, but she cut him off. "Yes, it's open," she said, her eyes pinning him to the spot. Jake’s face soured at the reminder. "But I have the decency to keep my business behind closed doors. I don

Anna leaned into the vanity mirror, a small smile playing on her lips. She carefully dabbed concealer over the dark purple bite marks on her neck. As the marks vanished under the makeup, her grin widened, her eyes distant and bright. “What are you smiling about?” Jake’s voice cracked through the silence like a whip. Anna flinched, her shoulders tensing as the smile dropped from her face. In the reflection, she watched him walk toward her. She didn't answer; she just picked up her brush and kept blending. Jake slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Anna’s brow furrowed into a deep frown. “I know you’re mad, Anna,” he whispered into her hair. “I was just out with the guys. I didn't even hear you come home last night” He pressed his lips against her neck, right over the spot she had just hidden. Anna stiffened, her skin crawling at the touch. “I really don’t care what you do, Jake.” She peeled his hands off her and stood up, putting distance betwe