The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air of the bustling café as Sara wiped down the counter. The afternoon rush had just subsided, leaving a few customers scattered throughout the cozy space. She was used to the rhythm of the café—order, serve, clean, repeat—but today felt different. She couldn’t shake the worry for her friend, Sophia, who was still reeling from Alex’s betrayal.
Just as she was about to refill the coffee pot, the bell above the door jingled, and Sara looked up to see Alex Rothschild walk in. Her heart raced, a mix of anger and concern flooding her senses. He was the jerk who had hurt her friend, yet there he stood, commanding attention effortlessly. His tailored suit hugged his frame perfectly, and he looked as sharp as ever. But all she could think about was h
