Mark’s POV
I didn’t trust Alice. Not for a second.
She had been quiet lately—too quiet. For a woman who always had something to say, the silence felt like a storm waiting to hit. I didn’t like it.
The moment I stepped into the house, I felt the tension in the air. Something was off. My gut never lied.
I heard voices coming from the living room. Sage’s voice—sharp and cutting. And Alice’s…sickly sweet with that fake innocence she wore like armor.
I moved closer, standing just out of sight.
“I don’t get it,” Alice said, her tone dripping with condescension. “You’re cute, sure—but do you really think you can keep up with him? You can’t handle a man like Mark.”
Sage didn’t flinch. “Funny, considering he doesn’t even want you.”
I smirked. My girl always had a sharp tongue. But Alice was
