Davina's POV
Caroline's cries echoed through the room, blending with Irvin's raw, primal sounds.
I stood there paralyzed, suffocated by this soul-crushing moment.
This instant that broke me apart, fragment by fragment, as Irvin disappeared into another woman right before my eyes.
Still—his gaze remained fixed on me.
Even with Caroline moving above him, even with his hands clutching her hips, his eyes stayed locked on mine.
As if I belonged underneath him instead.
As if I was who he truly craved.
That couldn't be real.
It wasn't possible.
The tension in his face, the way his mouth opened with satisfaction—it revealed everything I feared to know.
This pleased him.
All of it.
My hands balled into fists.
My chest felt ready to collapse.
I fought against the tears, attempting to brush them aside before they could escape.
They refused to stop.
They continued flowing, hot and acidic, streaming down my face like a vicious testament to my weakness for him.
