The night wind of the city whispered gently against Evalina’s face as she stood silently on the balcony of Hunter’s penthouse. From the thirtieth floor, the city lights below looked like fallen stars scattered across the earth. Yet no beauty could distract her troubled mind.

Sophia’s face haunted her. Those piercing eyes, the sly smile, and the venomous words still echoed in her ears.

The balcony door creaked open softly. Hunter stepped out, dressed in a dark T-shirt and trousers. His eyes found Evalina, still unmoved from her spot.

“You’re cold,” Hunter said gently, draping a jacket over her shoulders.

Evalina didn’t look at him. “Why didn’t you ever tell...