Mira slammed the door of the cab shut and mumbled her address to the driver, barely able to keep her voice from shaking. Her hands were folded tightly on her lap, her nails digging into her palms. The city lights illuminated through the windows, and she didn't pay attention to them or see them. All she could see was Thane’s face. Cold, distant, and denying everything, like it was the first time she ever brought it up.
“Why now?” she whispered to herself, her chest rising and falling with pent-up frustration. “Why act like it never happened?”
She remembered clearly. How her world had fallen apart the day she saw those pictures. The photos had been sent to her on that particular day. It was as clear as day. Just evidence. Undeniable and damning of Thane in the arms of another woman. The an
