Hold on…
Ayisha’s hands trembled on the steering wheel as she drove back, her knuckles bone white against the leather. The hum of the engine drowned beneath the roar of her pulse. Every time she blinked, she saw Damien’s smile, his wife’s soft eyes, the little children clinging to his legs. The picture perfect family. The lie she had walked into with open arms.
“Bianca,” she hissed under her breath, her teeth grinding. The betrayal tasted metallic on her tongue. She should have known. Lady Bianca’s fingerprints were everywhere. The sweet, flirtatious jogging partner who just “happened” to appear at the right time, the sudden attention when she felt most vulnerable. Every word Damien had said, every late night call, every smile..it had all been a carefully constructed script.
And she had
