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She stands at the edge of the bed, one hand resting on her hip, the other gripping the headboard — curves engineered to make a man question every decision he's ever made. Waist pulled tight, hips flaring out like a dare.

You watch from the corner, exactly where she told you to stay. Her eyes don't find yours. They're already somewhere else, somewhere warmer, somewhere she's been planning all week without telling you.

The look on her face isn't cruelty — it's indifference, which cuts so much deeper. She dressed for him. You just get to witness what you'll never have again.