Tania entered the house, feeling triumphant after her night of manipulation with Fabian. She smirked, satisfied with her latest scheme. As she stepped inside, her mood immediately shifted when she saw Ethan sitting in the dimly lit living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze was fixed on her, sharp and piercing.
“Where are you coming from?” Ethan’s voice cut through the silence. “And why are you looking like that?”
Tania’s smirk faded into a casual expression, masking the chaos inside her mind. “Like what?” she responded, feigning innocence. “Besides, where I’m coming from is none of your business.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened. “What do you mean it’s none of my business? You left this house yesterday and now you’re strolling in like everything’s normal. In case you’ve forgotten, Tan
