Amira pov
I didn’t plan to see him that night.
I told myself a hundred times that I wouldn’t. That I’d stay away, that I’d protect what was left of my pride.
But pride is a fragile thing when your heart is breaking.
The photo burned in my mind Damien sitting across from Victoria in that hotel room, the soft light making it look far too intimate to be business. The more I stared at it, the more I felt my world tilt. Every reason I’d given myself to trust him began to crumble.
So, against Maya’s advice, I called a cab and went to him.
The mansion looked exactly the same silent, tall, intimidating. The guards at the gate looked startled to see me but didn’t stop me. Maybe they still thought of me as “Mrs. Cole.” Maybe they didn’t.
The hallways were dim when I stepped inside. I could
