Isabella couldn’t believe her eyes for a moment. It wasn’t just her eyes—her mind and heart both refused to accept what she was seeing. How could he… after everything he had promised her?
Her husband. Her mate. He was lying on top of his girlfriend, his head buried in her neck as if completely lost in her touch.
Before she could even cover her mouth, a sharp gasp tore from her throat as reality struck her like a physical blow. Killian’s head jerked toward her, his eyes wide with shock the moment he saw her standing at the door.
“Isabella…” he whispered, trying to rise, but Maya’s arms tightened around his neck, holding him back.
The sight was unbearable. The betrayal burned through her chest, sharp and suffocating. Without thinking, she spun on her heels and fled the room, leaving them
