Months slipped by quiet and easy on the surface. Ethan still came home every evening with that same soft smile, still asked about her day, still planned little date nights like nothing had changed. Victoria played the part perfectly—cooked his favorite meals, laughed at his jokes, curled against him on the couch during movies. She never confessed. Never packed a bag. Never even thought about leaving.
She just kept going back to his brothers.
Some nights they kept it slow, almost torturous.
Family dinner at the house—everyone around the big oak table, plates clattering, laughter loud. Jaxon sat to her right, Cole across from her, Ethan at the head talking about some new project at work. Halfway through dessert Jaxon’s hand disappeared under the long tablecloth. Fingers slid up her thigh,
