“So this was all just a game to you, Devandra?!” Vania’s voice trembled, her eyes glistening with tears, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

In the middle of the luxurious apartment’s living room, the air felt suffocating. The chandelier above them glittered, but its light couldn’t warm the icy atmosphere. Devandra stood near the sofa, both hands raised as if trying to hold back the storm raging in front of him.

“Vania, you’ve got it wrong,” he pleaded, his voice almost breaking. “It was just a business dinner. Karen—”

“Don’t say her name!” Vania cut him off, her voice rising. “Do you think I’m stupid? I came to that...