Aria pushed open the front door, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She had barely dropped her shopping bags when a voice dripped with fake sweetness from the sitting room.

“Well, well… look who finally decided to come home,” Selene said, lazily flipping through a fashion magazine, a plate of macarons beside her. “I honestly thought you’d moved out already.”

Aria raised a brow, her tone calm but sharp. “Me? Move out? In your dreams, honey.” She gave a sarcastic little chuckle. “This is my house. And I’m going nowhere.”

Selene smirked, crossing her legs. “Oh really? You’ve got no shame, do you? Still forcing yourself on my man,...