He opened the bedroom door and froze. The sight before him made his chest tighten, a painful knot forming that he couldn’t ignore. There she was—Bea—caught in the act, her body pressed against someone else’s. His stomach churned, and every nerve in his body screamed betrayal. How could she? Here? Now?
“What the hell is this?” His voice cracked, more from shock than anger, echoing harshly in the small room. The music from earlier, the laughter, the carefree moments—all of it felt distant now, replaced by a raw, crushing reality.
Bea turned sharply, her eyes widening in panic and guilt. “I… I can explain!” she stammered, words tumbling out in desperation.
“No. Just… get out.” His voice was low, icy, the calm before a storm of emotions he couldn’t control. Every fiber of his being ached, t
