Diego's POV

“She’s not a fucking replacement!” I snapped, louder than I meant to.

I turned, eyes flicking toward the bedroom—checking if the outburst woke Davina. She didn’t stir.

Quieter now, I continued. “You know what? Let’s have this conversation in my office.”

I led Elena into my office and sat down on the brown leather sofa.

Without saying anything, she walked past the seating area and headed straight to the bar. She already knew what I drink—vodka—so she poured two ...