Mark’s Pov
I knew Alice would try something. She always does.
The moment she asked me to meet her alone in the study, I should’ve said no. But here I am, leaning against the desk while she paces the room like she owns it. Same old Alice—always pushing her luck.
“I’m not here to play games,” I tell her, my voice flat. “Say what you need to say.”
She stops, turning those sharp green eyes on me. “Mark, you’re not happy. I know you.” Her tone softens, like she’s trying to be sweet. “You think she can handle you? The real you?”
I clench my jaw. “Sage’s stronger than you think.”
Alice laughs under her breath. “Please. She’s just a girl playing tough. Sooner or later, she’ll run.” She steps closer, her perfume heavy in the air. “You and I… we’re the same, Mark. We both know it.”
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