Brielle's POV
The bedroom door creaked open.
"There’s my sweetheart."
Jayce stepped inside, loosening his tie with one hand as he walked toward the bed. He stopped just beside me with the same easy smile I'd fallen in love with years ago.
"Hi, darling."
He leaned down and brushed a kiss against my neck. It was the exact spot that used to make my heart race.
The moment he came close, a familiar floral scent wrapped around me. It was vanilla and jasmine.
That's not my perfume.
Kenna’s perfume.
For a split second, my mind went completely blank. Then disgust filled me, compelling me to shove myself off the bed. The move was so abrupt that Jayce stumbled back a step.
"Whoa." He let out an awkward laugh, steadying himself. "Easy."
His smile faltered for only a second before it returne
