Madison’s POV
Fury surges through me, hot and uncontrollable, as I shove the office door open.
The hinges slam against the wall with a bang that rattles the shelves inside, and suddenly I’m standing there—staring, frozen, my worst fear made flesh before my eyes.
Dylan.
And Zoey.
Together.
Zoey’s smug little smirk is the first thing I see, curled on her lips as if she’s been waiting for this exact moment. Dylan looks startled, guilt flashing across his handsome face as he scrambles to pull himself upright.
For a heartbeat, I can’t breathe. My chest squeezes so tight I think my ribs will crack. The man I have loved so deeply—the one I promised my heart, my trust, my future—and the half-sister who has tormented me since childhood?
It’s like some cruel joke the universe is playing, and
