Meliza's POV
I felt the blood drain from my face, my stomach twisting into a violent knot.
His gaze met mine, and he didn't say anything for a long, torturous moment.
Then, he smirked. I knew that look.
I had seen it countless times before, the kind of smirk that meant he knew exactly what I was thinking and was enjoying every second of it.
My fingers clenched into fists at my sides. "You..." The word barely made it past my lips; my voice strained between disbelief and sheer frustration.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, his expression the perfect mixture of amusement and mock innocence. "Surprised?"
I opened my mouth to respond—to say something, anything—but my mind was still catching up to the sheer absurdity of this moment.
This had to be some kind of cruel joke.