Andrew’s POV
The moment I saw her crying, something inside me snapped.
Lily sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling, mascara smudged, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. I’d seen her angry, flustered, even teasing—but not like this. Not broken.
Ryan. The same man who cheated on her. The one who dared to show up here, at this resort, as if fate was mocking us both.
I didn’t say another word. I just turned and walked out.
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The morning sun burned against my skin as I crossed the courtyard, my steps steady, focused. I spotted him near the poolside, laughing with his assistant—the red-haired woman who’d been glued to his side all morning.
“Ryan,” I said sharply.
He turned, his grin fading when he saw me. “Well, if it isn’t the boss himself. To what do I owe the—”
My fist acte
