Damian's P.O.V.
The deep, angry voice cut through the stillness of the house, instantly putting me on edge.
I wasn’t even inside yet, just stepping up to the front door when I heard it. A man—loud, pissed off.
I pushed the door open without a second thought.
And there he was. Greg.
He stood in the living room, towering over Kiera, his face flushed red with fury. “I trusted you!” he spat. “I let my wife bring you into our lives, into our home, and this is how you repay us?”
Kiera’s hands were up, palms facing him, clearly trying to de-escalate. “Greg, whatever you think is happening—”
“Don’t.” His voice was sharp, raw. “I saw the messages, Kiera. You’re trying to ruin my marriage.”
I shut the door behind me harder than necessary. “The f*ck is going on here?”
Greg whirled toward me,
