Elena booked a taxi home quietly that night, her hands trembling as she held her phone. The city lights outside the car window blurred through her tears. Damien still hadn’t come home. He didn’t even bother to call. She told herself not to imagine where he was—but her mind wouldn’t stop. Every image that came to her made her chest ache more.
Was he with Avery again?
Was he touching her the way he touched her?
She pressed her face into her palms, trying to breathe, but the pain was too heavy. The thought of her beloved man holding someone else—it tore something deep inside her. She crawled into bed that night, forcing herself to sleep because she had to get up early for work.
But just as her eyes started to drift shut—
Ping.
Her phone lit up beside her. She blinked, annoyed, but when
