Chapter 16

With a calm but determined step, he walked toward the bedroom.

Reaching the door of their room, he stopped for a moment. The door was slightly ajar. Behind it, the sounds of betrayal echoed even louder, mingled with muffled laughter.

Mousse placed his hand on the doorknob, closing his eyes for a moment to contain the rage boiling inside him. It was no longer about love but vengeance—the inevitable conclusion of something already broken. His fingers tightened around the handle as he slowly pushed it open. The door creaked softly, revealing the horrific scene unfolding before him—a stab to the heart with every passing second.

Cécilia and Cédric were lost in their passionate embrace, completely unaware of Mousse’s presence. The sheets were in disarray, revealing the entwined bodies of the two lovers. Their movements were slow but intense, their heavy, panting breaths filling the room with an almost suffocating heat.