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Though she couldn’t see the face of the person opposite Sabrina, when Scarlett paused the video, she was taken aback. The man’s hands in the frame didn’t look like Vincent’s at all. Instead, they bore a striking resemblance to Damian’s.
From what she could recall, Damian had a faint, distinctive scar on the back of his left hand.
In the video, as the man seated across from Sabrina raised his glass in a toast, the scar on his knuckle was briefly but clearly visible.
The caption read, “So nice to have company on a lonely night. Especially when it’s a 6’3” drink of water.”
Scarlett zoomed in, studying the paused image until she was certain. The man was indeed Damian.
Just to be absolutely sure, she slipped out of the guest room and quietly checked the master bedroom. Vincent was already asleep, his form still under the covers.
This confirmation settled it—at that very moment, Damian was the one sharing a drink with
Sabrina.
After watching that one clip, Scarlett lost all interest in scrolling further. She put her phone down and eventually drifted into a fitful sleep.
She dreamed that Damian climbed in through her window again. In the dream, he walked over to her bed, lay down beside it, and wrapped his arms around her.
Half–asleep, she murmured into the pillow, “Damian…?”
But the next moment, a low, familiar male voice–nothing like Damian’s–hissed in her ear, “Is he the one in your dreams? What’s going on? Did you dream you were with him? Is that why you’re squeezing your thighs together like that?”
Scarlett’s fever hadn’t fully broken. Her body burned, feeling as if it were roasting from the inside out.
When Vincent’s deep, magnetic voice vibrated against her ear, a jolt, startling and electric, shot through Scarlett’s system.
Struggling against the heavy fog of sleep and illness, she forced her eyes open, disoriented. She had seen Damian in her dream, so why was she hearing Vincent’s voice?
As her vision cleared and she recognized the man leaning over her, her body convulsed with a violent tremor. She tried to jerk away instinctively, only to find Vincent’s arms caging her in, his
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hands planted firmly on the mattress on either side of her head. There was no escape.
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In the faint silvery glow from the window, she could barely make out his expression. He was frowning down at her, his eyes dark pools of intense scrutiny.
“Vincent, get off. What are you doing?” Her voice, when it came, was ragged and hoarse, barely recognizable.
At the same time, she brought her hands up to push against his chest.
Vincent’s solid frame resisted her weak shove. Through the thin cotton of his sleep shirt, she could feel the heat of his skin, and he, in turn, felt the scorching touch of her fingers.
He leaned in closer, his body blocking what little light there was, casting his face into shadow. Scarlett could no longer see his features clearly.
“Vincent, get out. Now.” Impatience and fever made her voice sharp.
that
Instead of moving, his hand shot out, his fingers closing around her jaw with a pressure bordered on painful. His voice dropped to a chilling, controlled calm. “Answer me. Have you slept with him?”
The pain made her gasp, but she managed a hoarse, derisive laugh. “What on earth are you talking about?”
Vincent moved closer still, his face now dominating her entire field of vision. He studied her through narrowed eyes. “Is that it? You think he’s better than me? Is that why you’re so eager for the divorce?”
Scarlett wasn’t entirely sure which “better” he was implying. But it was so rare to hear Vincent draw a comparison with another man, especially one laced with what sounded like insecurity masked as aggression.
She seized the chance to strike back mercilessly. “Vincent, are you finally admitting to your own… inadequacies?”
A shadow passed over his face, a flash of raw irritation. Then, unexpectedly, a cold, humorless smile touched his lips. “Or is it possible,” he countered, his voice a low taunt, “that the problem has always been you? That you just… don’t do it for me?”
His words left her stunned, breath catching in her raw throat.
Perhaps it was because they struck at the oldest, most vulnerable bruise in her heart that the hurt was so acute. Over the years, their intimate life had never been what she’d hoped for. It was always rushed, perfunctory on his part, a duty rather than a connection. She had never known real pleasure with him.
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Vincent’s accusation was cruel, and the lack of fulfillment hadn’t been her fault alone. In the past, a comment like that would have haunted her for weeks, a source of secret shame.
But not anymore. None of it mattered now.
A faint, tired smile touched her lips. “Well, that works out perfectly then,” she said, her voice dripping with indifference. “We don’t need each other.”
This detached, unflinching Scarlett felt alien to him. Vincent’s frown deepened.
After a heavy silence, he spoke again, a new, challenging edge in his tone. “If it’s… stamina you’re interested in now, or a different kind of experience… are you sure you don’t want to give me another chance to prove myself?”
Seeing the arrogant confidence in his shadowed expression, Scarlett couldn’t hold back a scornful laugh. It was raw and painful in her throat. “Another chance? For what? In all our years of marriage, Vincent, when have you ever lasted more than a few minutes?”
The moment the words left her mouth, she felt the punishing grip on her jaw slacken.
In the dim light, she thought she saw the cold smirk on his lips twist into something darker.
Simultaneously, her mind flashed to Sabrina’s social feed, with its daily intimate glimpses. Sabrina had Damian with her last night, she remembered.
The thought fueled her final, parting shot. “Vincent, sometimes you should check that arrogance. You might not be the prize you think you are.”
With that, she mustered all her strength and twisted out from under him, rolling to the edge of the bed and sitting up, putting what little distance she could between them in the confining
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