ARDENRita’s text landed on my phone at exactly 8:14 on a Tuesday evening, right as I was pouring myself a glass of red wine.Could we meet up sometime this week? Just the two of us. It's really important, Arden. Please.I set the wine bottle down, picked up my phone, and read the message three times. A dark, electric thrill flared deep in my chest—sharp, ugly, and undeniably delicious.There it is, I thought, a slow smile pulling at the corners of my lips. The crack in the golden altar.I didn't reply immediately. I let her sweat for two full hours before typing back a brief, breezy confirmation for Thursday afternoon. I deliberately picked The Velvet Glass—a sleek, absurdly overpriced boutique café located less than three blocks from the sprawling, multi-million-dollar estate Rita and Lucas had just bought in cash. I wanted her to walk past every stone wall and manicured hedge of her brand-new palace on her way to beg me for mercy.Thursday arrived, overcast and brisk. I sat a
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