Layla's POV

“Can we leave now? I’m no longer enjoying the party,” I managed, though the words came out slurred as I tugged on Idris’s arm.

I had stormed out of the restroom after Asher’s refusal to say anything about his so-called “nonexistent” relationship with Ava.

He kept insisting he wasn’t a cheat, that nothing happened between them—but the moment I pressed him for details, the man went silent.

That silence told me everything. Or maybe it told me nothing at all — ...