Third POV
As the week crawled on, Sade noticed the silence.
No texts from Marco. No calls. Nothing.
She FaceTimed the kids daily, their laughter soothing the ache of their absence. But Marco? He had gone radio silent. She didn’t trust it.
She changed the locks. Installed the Ring camera. Ensured she had control over her space—her peace.
If Marco was planning something, he would hit a wall.
Meanwhile, her bond with Adamo deepened. Their work together was thriving—the dementia trials were showing promising results, and every night, their bodies craved each other with an insatiable hunger neither could deny.
She never felt this free. This wanted.
But Marco’s mind?
It was a f*****g storm.
He couldn’t shake the image—her moans, the way her body melted into Adamo’s touch, the desperat
