Mia’s POV
The video played on loop in my mind even after Damien smashed the phone against the wall.
Victor in my father’s old living room. Two weeks before the wedding. My father handing him a folder while Victor smiled that cold, predatory smile. Timestamps matched the fertility clinic records. Photos of me leaving my apartment, unaware. And worst of all — a short clip of Victor injecting something into a bottle of water I’d later drunk at my father’s house.
Damien’s body was a storm of tension beside me on the bed. His c**k had slipped from my p***y, but his c*m still leaked steadily down my thighs onto the sheets. He stared at the shattered remains of the phone like he wanted to murder it all over again.
“He was inside your life before I even signed the contract,” he said, voice dan
