Viya's POV
That evening, I discussed my idea with Sophia when she returned to our shared apartment.
"About damn time," she said, raising her wine glass in approval. "We're going car shopping tomorrow."
The next morning, I worked my regular shift at the clinic, carefully avoiding Miranda, then headed to the dealership alone after lunch. The moment I walked in, a gleaming red limited edition 911 caught my eye.
It was stunning—powerful and unapologetic. Fresh roses and elegant flower arrangements adorned the car, turning it into a breathtaking display of luxury and romance.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" the salesman said, following my gaze. "Unfortunately, it's already been purchased by a generous husband as a gift for his wife. It hasn't even been delivered yet, but he paid extra t
