# Noah's POV#
"Everything?" I keep my voice carefully neutral, though my heart pounds against my ribs. "That's a broad statement, Zoey."
She rises from her chair and moves to the window, her red dress catching the afternoon light. The same window where I watched my wife betray me just hours ago.
"May I?" She gestures toward the door.
I nod, and she turns the lock with a soft click. The sound echoes in the silence like a gunshot. When she faces me again, her usual sultry confidence has shifted into something more vulnerable. More real.
"I've been wrestling with this for weeks, Noah. Whether to tell you or stay silent."
"Tell me what?"
She returns to her chair but doesn't sit. Instead, she grips the back of it, her knuckles white against the leather.
"I know you suspect Chloe of cheating."
The words hit me like ice water. "What makes you think that?"
