She had loved him for years. Had waited for him. Had endured his coldness, his distance, his refusal to commit. She had believed that eventually, he would see her worth. That eventually, he would choose her.
And instead, he had chosen a nobody.
A Delta.
A medical student.
Monica's fingers tightened around the phone.
"Fine," she said, her voice cold. "If that's how he wants to play it, then I'll play too."
She opened her contacts and scrolled through the list.
Her father's number was at the top.
She pressed call.
"Father," she said when he answered. "I need your help."
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Back at the villa, Lori was beginning to relax.
The morning had been quiet. Attia had made her breakfast—simple eggs and toast, but she had never tasted anything so perfect. They had eaten together on the terr
