You watched Oscar closely, sensing a change in him you didn’t like. He’d always been under your spell, but tonight, something was different.

“Oscar? You’re serious?” you asked, studying his face. His jaw was set, his eyes more resolved than you’d ever seen.

"Yeah, I am," he said, his voice steady but cold. "This... whatever we have? It's over. You keep wanting more, pushing for things I can’t give. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? In just a month, you've spent more on us than my wife did in our whole two years together."

Your jaw tightened, but you weren’t about to let him walk away that easily. You stepped in close, letting your fingers trail up his arm as you softened your voice, the way you knew would stop him in his tracks. "Oscar? Listen, baby, I know I was a bad girl," you whispered, letting your words sink in. "But c’mon... you'd have to be crazy not to take me back."

He paused, his resolve wavering—and you knew he was still yours, for now.