Essel’s Pov
With a sense of hesitation, I exit the car, striving to remain as inconspicuous as possible and avoid drawing any attention to myself. Tristen and Georgia are locked in an intense stare-off, and witnessing their silent confrontation fills me with discomfort.
Has she figured it out? Is she aware? Do women have an instinct about their partners' infidelities? Can they sense it somehow?
"What’s happening here?" she inquires, her gaze shifting towards me.
I quickly try to adjust my appearance, smoothing out the shirt that belongs to Georgia. Oh no, it’s Georgia’s shirt.
"Wait... Are those... my clothes?" she asks, her voice laced with disgust at the sight of me wearing them. She scrutinizes my outfit, and her piercing glare feels like it’s cutting through me. "They are, are
