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Ava's PovI thought the sound of laughter coming from our bedroom was the TV I’d forgotten to turn off. But as I pushed the door open, I realized the sound was much deeper, much more intimate, and coming from a man whose voice I didn’t recognize, wrapped in the arms of the man I was supposed to marry in a month.The air in the hallway felt like it had been sucked out of the house. I stood there, my hand still gripped tightly around the doorknob, watching the scene unfold in slow motion. Ethan, my fiancé of two years, had his head thrown back, his fingers buried in the dark, messy hair of a man I had never seen before. The stranger was pinned against our headboard, the one we’d picked out together because the wood matched the floor—and he was looking at Ethan with a look of naked hunger.It wasn't just the cheating that hit me. It was the familiarity of it. They weren't just caught in a moment of passion; they were comfortable. They were settled, as if it had been going on for ages.Et

Adrian’s POVI see her the second she looks up, I recognize her instantly. The woman from the club. Same eyes. Same composure. But this time, there’s no alcohol to soften the edges. No dim lights to blur the details.I don’t break stride as I walk into the room. I can feel the shift around me—conversations dying, attention locking in—but I ignore all of it.My focus stays on her. I didn’t get to know her name but from the look on her face I know she recognized me too. She freezes for half a second, most people wouldn’t notice it but I did then it’s gone almost immediately.She straightens slightly in her chair, her expression smoothing into something professional, distant—like she’s trying to erase the fact that we’ve already crossed a line no one in this room knows exists.Too late, I thought. I take my seat at the head of the table like nothing has changed. Because for everyone else—Nothing has. But this just got a lot more interesting.“My name is Adrian Blackwood,” I say, my voice

Ava’s POVThe door closes behind me, soft and almost weightless against the storm building inside my chest. I keep walking, one step after another, my heels striking the floor in a steady rhythm that doesn’t match the chaos in my pulse. I don’t stop in the hallway, not when the receptionist glances up, not when the elevator doors slide open. I step in alone, and the moment the doors shut, the control slips.My fingers press hard against my lips like I can erase what just happened, like I can undo the way he kissed me. God, that wasn’t supposed to happen, not again, not with him of all people. I squeeze my eyes shut, leaning back against the cold metal wall as the elevator begins to descend. My reflection stares back at me, composed on the outside but completely shattered underneath.“Get it together, Ava,” I whisper, the words sounding weaker than they should. This is how women lose, not in loud, dramatic moments, but in quiet lapses where logic disappears and something reckless takes