Andrea's POV

I stood in the center of Mara’s bedroom, the silence of the mansion pressing against my eardrums. I watched her as she slept, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pace. She looked so peaceful, so untouched by the chaos she had caused in my life.

I had never truly cared about Mara. To me, she was just Philip’s wife—a quiet, unremarkable girl who stayed in the background. But that changed the day I found out about her and David. The humiliation of knowing my fiancé had a history with her, that he had loved her first, was like a physical wound on my skin. I...