Jack’s POV
The moment Samantha stormed out, my world tilted on its axis. The pain in her eyes, the disbelief on her face—it all crushed me in ways I couldn’t explain. She didn’t believe me. And how could she? With Anastasia sprawled across the bed like some venomous snake, waiting to sink her fangs into the remains of my relationship with Samantha, it seemed like I had already lost.
I stood there, frozen for a second too long, replaying the look on Samantha's face. She thought I betrayed her. The one thing I swore I’d never do.
Anastasia’s voice snapped me back to the present. “Oh, don’t worry about her,” she purred, bending down slowly to pick up the ring Samantha had thrown in a fit of rage. She held it up to the light, her fingers caressing the diamond, as if it belonged to her. "It
