SERAPHINA’S POV
The short drive home felt endless.
The city lights blurred through the car window, gold and silver against the dark glass; the hum of the tires was steady but distant. My thoughts, however, were anything but steady.
I couldn’t stop thinking about my conversation with Lucian. About how every man I’d ever loved seemed to have loved someone else first.
My ex-husband loved my sister.
And now, my boyfriend’s heart still belonged to another woman.
It felt like fate was mocking me. The same cruel story, woven again and again—different characters, same ending.
Kieran, with Celeste.
Lucian, with Zara.
Sera, left on the outside, longing for hearts that would never wholly be hers.
My grip tightened on the steering wheel. Was that all I was destined for? To live in the shadows of women men couldn’t forget?
