–Laura–
I had anticipated Tyrona would make an appearance here tonight. A woman like her doesn't step into a club like this without purpose—her presence was a declaration of war. Revenge, served over neon lights and throbbing music. We didn't bother acknowledging her. Or rather, we dismissed her entirely. My husband? A man like Damon wouldn't give someone like Tyrona a second glance. Not when he already belonged to me—completely. And if, by some twisted whim, he ever dared look elsewhere? I wouldn't mind.
He would simply pay the price.
It might sound cruel, even delusional, but I've always held the reins. From the very beginning, it was my game.
Tyrona's gaze burned from across the room. I could feel it slicing through the haze of perfume, sweat, and low-lit seduction. Still, I kept the illusion they all believed—I remained blind. Unbothered. Untouchable.