Hank’s POV
From that moment on, everything changed between me and Kira.
I played along with her game, pretending she was mine — pretending we were something real. I smiled when she smiled. I touched her hand when she reached for me. I whispered to her when no one was looking. I gave her what she wanted.
At least on the surface.
But deep inside, my mind was sharp, awake, and calculating every move.
Now, I was walking on a thin rope between two women: Dahlia, my sweet and trusting fiancée, and Kira, the dangerous fire that could burn everything down if I made one wrong step.
Every morning, I’d be careful to visit Dahlia first, having breakfast with her, making her laugh, asking about her day. I made sure she never felt distant from me. I needed her trust—it was my shield.
But when Dah
