Ethan walked into the office that morning and froze.
Standing by the reception desk, smiling as if she owned the place, was Isabella—his ex. Beautiful, confident, and the kind of woman who had once made him feel alive and reckless.
Lena noticed too, and her posture stiffened slightly.
"Vale," Isabella purred, voice dripping familiarity. "It's been a while."
Ethan's jaw tightened. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same," Isabella countered, eyes glinting with mischief.
Ethan felt a surge of anger and jealousy—but more than that, he felt protective. Lena's sharp gaze met his, and he knew she noticed his tension. She didn't speak, but the challenge in her eyes was clear: claim me if you can.