Maya's POV
Anxiety had been gnawing at me since Damon rushed off to confront Sasha in his hometown. I couldn't shake this feeling of dread. If they were already divorced, why did her lies matter so much? More concerning was how he'd been acting lately—secretive conversations with Lana, arriving home later than usual, and stepping away to take calls. The pattern felt frighteningly familiar. Sure, he still showered me with affection and "I love yous," but something felt off.
That beautiful house we toured together? He hadn't mentioned it since, nor had he brought up finding a bigger place for us. The more I analyzed his behavior, the more convinced I became that he was growing tired of me.
"Maya! Stop destroying your nails!" Lana swatted my hand away from my mouth.
We were alone at home watching that SWAT show she couldn't get enough of, waiting for Damon to return. I gave her a blank look, not realizing I'd been biting my nails again.
