Emma told herself she was only dropping off a paper. Nothing more.
But the jealousy had been eating her alive all afternoon. Every minute she imagined Kane sitting across from Jessica, smiling that charming smile, listening to her ambitions, letting her lean in too close. The thought made her feel sick.
So she walked toward his office anyway.
The door was slightly ajar.
She heard Jessica’s voice first; low, intimate, and full of triumph.
“…you’ve been so helpful lately, Professor. I wanted to thank you properly.”
Then came the unmistakable sound, soft lips meeting, a chair shifting, a surprised inhale.
Emma’s hand trembled as she pushed the door open.
The scene burned itself into her memory.
Jessica was pressed flush against Kane, hands fisted in his shirt, kissing him with aggres
