Shelly’s POV
The room seemed to shrink around me, its once familiar warmth now replaced by an icy tension. Her long, cascading blonde hair shimmered like spin gold in the sunlight that slanted through the open window.
Her face, a masterpiece seemingly sculpted by divine hands, bore a perfection that should have inspired awe, yet the smug smirk that twisted her crimson lips told another story.
A story of mischief, of cunning, of a woman who moved through this world like it owed her something. How did she know my name, my life, my world? Who was this woman daring to invade my sanctuary?
Without invitation or hesitation, she brushed past me, her perfume lingering like an unwanted memory, as she staked her claim right there on my bed in the room I shared with Sebastian.
Her audacity was
