Riley's POV
I was making breakfast when Victoria arrived the next morning. She looked radiant, like a woman who’d gotten exactly what she wanted.
“Good morning, Riley,” she said, settling into Brett’s chair. “You look tired.”
“I’m fine,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Are you? You seem... diminished somehow,” she said, eyes scanning me with that patronizing smile.
Brett walked in, his hair damp from the shower. When he saw Victoria, something flickered across his face.
“Morning,” he said quietly.
“Good morning, darling.” Victoria’s smile was brilliant. “I hope you slept well.”
“Fine,” he answered shortly.
I set his coffee down without looking at him. His fingers brushed mine as he took the cup, and I jerked away.
“Riley, would you mind making me some of those delicio
