Chapter 1: The Perfect Lie
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The dim glow of the chandelier cast golden reflections across the marble floors of the Sinclair estate. The scent of red wine lingered in the air, mingling with the soft notes of a classical melody playing in the background. Tonight was perfect—just like the life she had built.
She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the diamond necklace he had gifted her on their anniversary last year. She smiled at her reflection, a picture of elegance and grace. The devoted wife of Damian Moretti—the man she had given her heart to.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
Are you coming home tonight?(typing)
Ava Sinclair(FL)
**Message sent. Delivered. No reply.**
Ava stares at the phone screen, jaw tightening. The silence from Damian isn’t new, but something about tonight feels different.
Her fingers hover over the keyboard, debating whether to call or not.
But A sudden vibration against the nightstand breaks the quiet.
📩 [New Message – Unknown Number]
Unknown
"He’s at Club Éclipse. You should see this for yourself."
Ava Sinclair(FL)
**Her breath catches.**
Ava Sinclair(FL)
Who the hell is this?
Ava Sinclair(FL)
Who is this?(types back instantly.)
Her heart pounds, the weight of suspicion settling deep in her chest. Club Éclipse isn’t a place Damian goes without reason. If he’s there, it’s either business… or something worse.
Rain slicks the pavement as Ava steps out of her car, her heels clicking with purpose. The neon glow of the club’s sign reflects in the puddles, a twisted kind of beauty in the chaos of the city.
She doesn’t hesitate. The bouncer sees her and steps aside. The Sinclair name—her name—still carries weight, even in a place crawling with criminals.
Ava Sinclair(FL)
What if I’m wrong?
What if I’m right?**thinking everything**
📩 [New Message – Unknown Number]
Unknown
"Last room on the right."
Ava Sinclair(FL)
** freezes.**
Ava Sinclair(FL)
**suddenly stomach twists**
Ava Sinclair(FL)
**doesn’t stop** and **start going**
Each step toward the hallway feels heavier for her.
Damian Moretti(AVA's HUSBAND)
You always know how to keep me entertained, Bella.
Isabella Romano(Damian's lover)
Anything for you, amore. **laughing softly**
The words hit like a gunshot to the chest.
Ava grips the doorframe, forcing herself to look. The expensive champagne. The way Isabella leans into him. Damian’s hand on her thigh like it belongs there.
She just turns and walks away.
Because this isn’t the end.
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