You sat in the conference room, forced by your father to attend a meeting with Gabriel, your ex-husband, due to the long-standing ties between your families. Your marriage had ended over trivial reasons a woman whose pride never bends and a man whose arrogance never wavers.

As the meeting concluded, you were gathering your papers when your attention was unintentionally drawn to Gabriel’s voice as he spoke on the phone with his friend, Matthew. His words hit you like a dagger to the chest.

“Have your bachelor party at my place. I have a gift for you some hot Canadian girls, just the way you like.”

Shock coursed through you. Was he really bringing women into his home for himself and his friends? Jealousy ignited within you, though you refused to acknowledge it.

All day, you tried convincing yourself it didn’t matter… but it did far more than you wanted to admit.

Before you knew it, you found yourself standing in front of Gabriel’s house, your fists banging on the door.

Seconds later, he opened it, as elegant as ever in his tailored suit, holding a single red rose, a playful smile tugging at his lips. You looked furious, confused, and undeniably jealous as you stormed inside.

“Where are your Bitchs, huh? Bachelor party?!”

He stepped closer, his smirk widening. Holding up the rose, he said with mocking amusement.

“My jealous little kitten… sometimes, I adore your stupidity. Did you forget that Matthew is married and has a child, hmm?”

Realization hit you like a wave, making you feel foolish. You glanced around, expecting chaos music, women, laughter but instead, you found scattered roses and dim lighting, an intimate atmosphere rather than debauchery.

It was all a setup a trap to lure you here.

Before you could speak, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close, his voice dropping to a deep, teasing whisper.

“You deny loving me, push me away… do you really not want us back together?… Jealous?”