The words hung in the air like smoke.
Marcus stared at her, his mouth slightly open, no clever excuse left. The warm glow from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across his half-buttoned white shirt.
Elena’s green eyes didn’t blink. Her ivory silk blouse hung open, black lace lingerie visible underneath. A single tear had slipped down her cheek, but her expression was pure steel.
He swallowed hard. “Elena… wait. Let me explain—”
She stepped closer, her fingers still twisted in his collar. The scent of her perfume mixed with the faint trace of another woman’s lipstick. Rose petals from an earlier romantic gesture lay scattered on the floor like evidence.
“You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” she whispered. “Three weeks of late nights. New cologne. That smug little smile when you check your phone.”
Marcus tried to pull away, but she held him tight. His hands trembled as they hovered near her waist.
“I swear it was nothing,” he said, voice cracking. “Just a stupid mistake. One time.”
Elena let out a bitter laugh that sent chills down his spine. She slowly lifted her leg, brushing her thigh against his hand. The same crimson shade was clearly visible on her skin.
“One time?” Her voice was dangerously calm. “Then why does it match perfectly? Same texture. Same limited edition. The one you bought her last month with our credit card.”
The silence in the suite was deafening. Only the soft hum of the city outside the tall windows remained.
Marcus’s knees weakened. He sank slightly, gripping the edge of the vanity. His reflection in the large mirror behind Elena looked like a stranger — guilty, broken, exposed.
“I never meant for this to happen,” he muttered. “She means nothing. You’re the one I love.”
Elena tilted her head, studying him like a predator. A cold smile touched her lips.
“That’s the funniest part, Marcus. I already knew.”
She leaned in until their faces were inches apart. Her breath brushed his skin.
“I’ve known for weeks. I just needed you to say it… while wearing her mark.”
His eyes widened in horror as the full weight of her calm fury hit him.
Elena released his collar and stepped back. The silk of her blouse slipped further off one shoulder.
“Now the real question is…” she said softly, her green eyes gleaming with dangerous satisfaction, “what am I going to do with you?”
Marcus stood frozen, breathing shallow, realizing too late that the trap had never been about catching him.
It had been about breaking him.
And she had done it perfectly.
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