Layla’s POV
I couldn’t sleep after reading the message. It haunted me all night.
“You’re not the only one Damian’s lied to. Meet me. I have more answers.”
The message gave a time and a location—an old train station just outside the city. I waited until Damian left the house early for a business call. My hands trembled as I dressed in jeans, a hoodie, and sneakers. My heart pounded in my chest as I slipped out the back door and called a cab.
The ride was too short for my liking. Each bump in the road sent a wave of anxiety shooting through me. My mind was spinning, tangled with the accusations Usher had made and the secrets I hadn’t known about the man I’d married.
The station loomed ahead as the cab pulled up. It looked abandoned—dark and haunting, the kind of place you didn’t want t
