Chloe’s POV

The mansion was too quiet.

Too big. Too heavy with secrets.

After the dinner, I could barely breathe. Jake’s eyes had followed me all evening, patient, studying, cutting right through my smiles. I had almost slipped when Ethan asked about our honeymoon. The name “Chloe” had been on my tongue before I swallowed it like poison.

Tyler had saved me with a careless laugh and a quick toast, but I knew what that meant. He’d use it later. He always did.

Now, hours ...