Sarah had tried multiple times to tell Vincent the truth about Camille, finally exposing the woman for who she truly was. But every single time she got close to him alone, she wouldn't be able to.
Instead, the s****l tension between them was usually suffocating. Every time she tried to speak, his gaze would darken, his lips would twitch, and his body would inch closer as if he could sense her body betraying her before she even voiced it.
And every time, she found herself breathless, kissing and making out with him, but they never took it further than that.
One evening, she cornered him in his office. She had rehearsed the words a hundred times in her head. Camille was a liar. A fraud.
A woman who had built her entire relationship with him on deception. Sarah had been so close to say
