Emma Watson
The night air was thick with silence. Even with the curtains drawn, I could sense the vast emptiness outside, the weight of the estate pressing in around me.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the untouched dinner tray that Mira had brought in hours ago. My appetite had vanished the moment I saw her downstairs.
Benita.
Ray’s ex.
The woman he once shared something with.
I didn’t know what made me angrier—the fact that she was here, under this roof, or the fact that Ray had kept it from me.
I exhaled slowly, willing my thoughts to settle.
He said it wasn’t about me
But how could I believe that when the woman who had once held his heart was now walking through our home like she belonged here?
A sharp knock at the door made me tense.
I knew it was
