“I don’t want to hear any more excuses, Adrian!” Vania slapped away the man’s hand as he tried to stop her at the doorway of her best friend Nadia’s house. Her breath was still ragged, her face flushed with anger. “Do you think I’m blind? I saw her myself—walking out of that hotel with him.”

Adrian took a deep breath, his eyes sharp with seriousness. “Vania, just listen to me first. You need to know everything before you make a decision you’ll regret.”

Vania spun around, glaring at him with eyes full of fury. “What else do I need to know, huh? That Devandra hasn’t changed? That he’ll always hurt...