📍Frederick's Residence 07:00 AM.

Frederick Bloom sat at the edge of the bed, bare chest still warm from the night before. He didn’t ask her to stay. He never did.

She was someone else’s wife. Or fiancée. Or whatever label the world gave her. But here—in this room, under his hands, under his mouth—she stopped belonging to anyone but him.

Frederick lit a cigarette, watched the smoke curl upward, and said, just once

Fred : “Next time you cheat, at least mean it. Undress your body, not your drama.”

Silence followed. Then a short laugh slipped from his lips.