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Though she couldn\u2019t see the face of the person opposite Sabrina, when Scarlett paused the video, she was taken aback. The man\u2019s hands in the frame didn\u2019t look like Vincent\u2019s at all. Instead, they bore a striking resemblance to Damian\u2019s.\u00a0<\/p>\n
From what she could recall, Damian had a faint, distinctive scar on the back of his left hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The caption read, \u201cSo nice to have company on a lonely night. Especially when it\u2019s a 6\u20193\u201d drink of water.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett zoomed in, studying the paused image until she was certain. The man was indeed Damian.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This confirmation settled it\u2014at that very moment, Damian was the one sharing a drink with\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After watching that one clip, Scarlett lost all interest in scrolling further. She put her phone down and eventually drifted into a fitful sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Half\u2013asleep, she murmured into the pillow, \u201cDamian\u2026?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the next moment, a low, familiar male voice\u2013nothing like Damian\u2019s\u2013hissed in her ear, \u201cIs he the one in your dreams? What\u2019s going on? Did you dream you were with him? Is that why you\u2019re squeezing your thighs together like that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett\u2019s fever hadn\u2019t fully broken. Her body burned, feeling as if it were roasting from the inside out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Vincent\u2019s deep, magnetic voice vibrated against her ear, a jolt, startling and electric, shot through Scarlett\u2019s system.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u2019s voice?\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u2019s arms caging her in, his\u00a0<\/p>\n
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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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cVincent, get off. What are you doing?\u201d Her voice, when it came, was ragged and hoarse, barely recognizable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the same time, she brought her hands up to push against his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s 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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cVincent, get out. Now.\u201d Impatience and fever made her voice sharp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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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. \u201cAnswer me. Have you slept with him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The pain made her gasp, but she managed a hoarse, derisive laugh. \u201cWhat on earth are you talking about?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent moved closer still, his face now dominating her entire field of vision. He studied her through narrowed eyes. \u201cIs that it? You think he\u2019s better than me? Is that why you\u2019re so eager for the divorce?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett wasn\u2019t entirely sure which \u201cbetter\u201d 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.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She seized the chance to strike back mercilessly. \u201cVincent, are you finally admitting to your own\u2026 inadequacies?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A shadow passed over his face, a flash of raw irritation. Then, unexpectedly, a cold, humorless smile touched his lips. \u201cOr is it possible,\u201d he countered, his voice a low taunt, \u201cthat the problem has always been you? That you just\u2026 don\u2019t do it for me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His words left her stunned, breath catching in her raw throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u2019d hoped for. It was always rushed, perfunctory on his part, a duty rather than a connection. She had never known real pleasure with him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Vincent\u2019s accusation was cruel, and the lack of fulfillment hadn\u2019t been her fault alone. In the past, a comment like that would have haunted her for weeks, a source of secret shame.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But not anymore. None of it mattered now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A faint, tired smile touched her lips. \u201cWell, that works out perfectly then,\u201d she said, her voice dripping with indifference. \u201cWe don\u2019t need each other.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
This detached, unflinching Scarlett felt alien to him. Vincent\u2019s frown deepened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a heavy silence, he spoke again, a new, challenging edge in his tone. \u201cIf it\u2019s\u2026 stamina you\u2019re interested in now, or a different kind of experience\u2026 are you sure you don\u2019t want to give me another chance to prove myself?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing the arrogant confidence in his shadowed expression, Scarlett couldn\u2019t hold back a scornful laugh. It was raw and painful in her throat. \u201cAnother chance? For what? In all our years of marriage, Vincent, when have you ever lasted more than a few minutes?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment the words left her mouth, she felt the punishing grip on her jaw slacken.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the dim light, she thought she saw the cold smirk on his lips twist into something darker.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Simultaneously, her mind flashed to Sabrina\u2019s social feed, with its daily intimate glimpses. Sabrina had Damian with her last night, she remembered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The thought fueled her final, parting shot. \u201cVincent, sometimes you should check that arrogance. You might not be the prize you think you are.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u00a0<\/p>\n
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