Melissa stood frozen at the top of the stairs, her legs rooted to the floor, her arms wrapped around her own body as if trying to hold herself together. She didn’t know how long she had been standing there. Time had blurred into nothingness the moment she saw Salena walk out of Alec’s room—wearing his shirt, her torn clothes beneath it, her body covered in unmistakable love bites and bruises from a night of raw, unrestrained passion.
Melissa blinked slowly, as if her mind was still trying to reject what her eyes had just witnessed.
Alec had slept with Salena.
Her husband had made love to another woman. The woman he truly loved.
And yet… what right did she have to feel this shattered?
Their marriage was born out of rage, revenge, and punishment. It wasn’t a union built on love, mutual
