“Deviana, please, just listen to me this time!”

Adrian stood at the door of the small studio where Deviana worked, his face etched with worry. His hand pressed against the door she was trying to shut.

“Let go, Adrian! I’m sick of hearing your excuses!” Deviana shoved the door with all her strength.

Adrian refused to give in, his body holding the narrow gap. “It was all a setup by Leviana! The photos, the gossip—everything was staged to make you hate me!”

Deviana froze, her bloodshot eyes burning with fury as she glared at him. “A setup? That’s your excuse again? Every time there’s a problem, it’s always someone else’s...