Kaia’s POV
The plan was unraveling faster than I had anticipated.
When Damion stormed out after returning the boy, I knew things had shifted. I felt it in the way his voice trembled when he’d confronted me. The guilt. The hesitation.
He was slipping away.
And it was her fault.
Isabelle. Always so righteous, so defiant, making him question everything I had carefully constructed.
I paced the length of my penthouse, the sound of my heels echoing off the marble floors. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glittered beneath the night sky, a perfect illusion of peace. But inside? Everything felt like it was closing in.
Damion was supposed to be mine.
I had done everything. Stood by him when his life crumbled. Cleaned up the mess after Isabelle abandoned him. I had been patient,
