Chapter 303 Calculated

Trinity's gaze drifted across the room, taking in the aftermath of their passion. The air was heavy with the unmistakable scent of sex, a cloying mixture of sweat and something far more intimate.

The sheets were a disheveled mess, damp with sweat and streaked with their combined fluids. Even the mattress itself bore darkened patches, evidence of just how far they'd gone.

Trinity's throat tightened. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. She couldn't call Robert. She couldn't run. All she could do was sit there, paralyzed by the weight of her choices.

"I'll just wait an hour," she whispered, the words barely audible, as if speaking louder would make them less true. Maybe by then, she could gather enough courage to wake Ross and face whatever came next.

Maybe he'd explain everything—or, better yet, maybe she'd wake up and realize this had all been some absurd dream.

But what was she supposed to do in the meantime?