“Oh no…” she said, her tone low, fake concern curling at the edges. “Did something happen to your dress?”
I didn’t say a word. Just stared.
Zoraya placed a delicate hand on her chest like she cared. “That’s so unfortunate. I did see one of the maids messing around in the closet earlier. I thought she was trying to help… I didn’t realize she’d ruin it. You should talk to Zeus about getting new staff.”
She tilted her head, eyes wide with fake innocence. “I’ll bring you takeout, don’t worry. You rest.”
I looked at Zeus. Waiting. Hoping—pathetically—for him to speak. To defend me. To say something that didn’t make me want to burn the whole building down. Instead, he just fixed the cuff on his sleeve.
“We don’t have time for drama tonight, Sav,” he said. “The car’s already waiting.”
Like I was some tantrum he had to manage. Like I wasn’t the woman who bled beside him, kept his secrets, buried his bodies.
Zoraya looped her arm through his like a prize. “Come on, babe. You’ll make us late.”
They walked out the door like I wasn’t even there.
The moment it clicked shut, silence swallowed the apartment.