Sienna’s POV

It feels as though all the air has been violently punched from my chest. In front of me, Jonah lies sprawled in bed with Vivienne nestled against him, her hand draped across his bare torso. His head is tilted back on the pillows while she clings to him in possessive triumph.

When Vivienne notices me standing there, her reaction isn't shock—it’s satisfaction. Her lips curl into a slow, self-satisfied smile as she leans up, letting the sheet slide ...