I clench my fists, the receipt burning a hole in my pocket. “What are you doing here?” I snap, my voice shaking with barely restrained fury.

She raises an eyebrow, stepping closer. “I live here now, Isabelle. Didn’t Damion tell you?”

The air leaves my lungs. She lives here? The realization hits me like a tidal wave. Damion hadn’t just moved on—he’d replaced me, piece by piece, with the woman who had been scheming with him all along.

“Get out of my way,” I hiss, my voice ...