~Sloane's POV~
I’ve always known it was wrong. From the first time I laid eyes on Adrian, Glenda’s husband, there was this pull, this magnetic force that I couldn’t shake. My sister had snagged him right out of grad school...tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy smile and those piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through you.
He was the kind of guy who commanded a room without trying, his laugh deep and infectious, his hands strong from years of tinkering with cars in the garage. Glenda gushed about him endlessly...how he made her feel safe, how he was her rock. And me?
I was the wild one, the younger sister by three years, always chasing thrills, never settling. Sloane, the artist with tattoos snaking up her arms and a reputation for breaking hearts. But Adrian...fuck, he b
