Aurora’s pov
When the doorbell rang, Ryan released me from his embrace. I stayed back, unaware of the storm heading my way.
The door opened, and my heart nearly stopped.
It was her. The woman from the party last night—Karen. But this time, she wasn’t the sweet and polite person I had met. No, she was all over Ryan, kissing him, holding him, calling him “babe” like I wasn’t even standing right there.
“We meet again, Aurora,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips.
I froze. That friendly tone from last night was gone, replaced with something sharper, something almost cruel. She looked at me as if she had already won some battle I didn’t even know I was part of.
“Yes, we meet again,” I said, though my voice sounded weak, even to me.
I glanced at Ryan. He was trying to pry her hands off
