You're a Traitor Too

POV Andre

The morning sun pierced through the blinds, casting sharp rays across the living room where Andre had spent the night curled up on the sofa. His neck ached, his heart heavier than ever. As he glanced at his phone—7 AM—he sighed, eyes drifting to the door again.

But she hadn’t come home.

She’s not coming back, he thought. She’s probably with him.

Disappointment curled like smoke in his chest. His jaw tightened as the screen lit up—he hoped it was her. It wasn’t. Bobby’s name flashed instead.

“Hey, Bob,” Andre answered.

“Don’t forget we’ve got that meeting this morning, the follow-up from yesterday.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Still no sign of Selvia.

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POV Selvia

Wrapped in satin sheets and luxury, Selvia smiled lazily. Rido was still asleep beside her. On the floor, bags from high-end brands were scattered like trophies of a victory she believed she deserved.