The sunlight had fully spread across every corner of the luxurious apartment. Yet the atmosphere inside felt like a suffocating fog. Evelina was still sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the floor, while Hunter Jackson stood a few steps from the door, still unable to believe what had just happened.
At the doorway, Serena Jackson stood with a tense face. Her beautiful eyes were lit not by love, but by a consuming fire—jealousy, fury, and fear.
“Hunter.” Her voice was sharp, cutting. “We’re going home. Now.”
Hunter turned slowly, his breath heavy. “I’m not going home.”
Serena lifted her chin. “So you’re choosing to stay here? With a woman you don’t even really know?”
“I know who she is,” Hunter replied shortly. “And I’d rather live in this confusion… than in a lie with you.”
Serena
