Ian’s POV
I looked up from my desk as Mia’s voice pierced the silence of my office.
“Ian, what’s that witch doing in your penthouse?”
I sighed, rubbing my face to ease the tension that rushed in. I knew exactly what she meant.
“Who?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.
“Mona. The woman in your penthouse. What’s she doing there?”
I let out a dry laugh, brushing my hair back. “Mona isn’t your concern.”
“Don’t dodge the question, Ian. I know who she is,” she shot back, her eyes narrowing with anger.
I stood up, my body tense. “Stop calling her names, Mia. You don’t know what you're talking about.”
She scoffed, a laugh escaping her lips, hollow and mocking. “Oh, I get it now. You are with her, aren’t you? This is how it ends? Do you have the guts to cheat on me, Ian? You don’t even care
