Mark’s Pov

I knew Alice would try something. She always does.

The moment she asked me to meet her alone in the study, I should’ve said no. But here I am, leaning against the desk while she paces the room like she owns it. Same old Alice—always pushing her luck.

“I’m not here to play games,” I tell her, my voice flat. “Say what you need to say.”

She stops, turning those sharp green eyes on me. “Mark, you’re not happy. I know you.” Her tone softens, like she’s trying to be ...