Leviana sat on the edge of the bed in her cabin, the soft sway of the yacht doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside her chest. She had seen Adrian earlier, standing far too close to Deviana on the pier. Though Deviana’s face was cold, Adrian’s eyes betrayed the truth—there was still something burning inside him for that woman.

Her hands trembled as she clutched the hem of her dress. Why does it hurt so much? she asked herself. Why am I always just the shadow beside him, never the one he truly sees?

Her reflection in the mirror showed a pale woman, eyes wide with fear and fury....