Nathan’s POV
I had just stepped out of the shower when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Wiping my face with the towel, I glanced at the screen. Nicole. For a moment, I just stared at it, a mix of emotions boiling up inside me—anger, confusion, a tiny sliver of hope that maybe I had gotten it wrong. But I couldn’t afford to let that hope cloud my judgment.
I picked up the phone but didn’t say anything at first, waiting for her to speak.
“Nathan?” Nicole’s voice came through the line, shaky, barely holding it together. “Nathan, please. You have to listen to me.”
I clenched my jaw, feeling a storm of emotions swirl through me. The image of her in that hotel room, the man next to her, flashed in my mind, reigniting the rage I had been trying to keep under control. But hearing her like t
