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DAMIAN POV. “Hi, babe,” Vivian waved at me as she scrolled in with her two friends. She pulled me into a hug and kissed me. “Where were you last night?” I asked. “I was home.” She smiled sweetly, pressing her cheek against my chest as if that would smother the truth. I knew she was lying. I had gone to her house last night, her car wasn’t there, and her maid had said she wasn’t either. “Are you sure?” I pressed. “Of course.” Her response was quick, too quick. “I stopped by. You weren’t there,” I said flatly. Her smile faltered, just for a moment, before she covered it with a clumsy excuse. “Oh… I told my maid not to let anyone in. I was exhausted and didn’t want to be disturbed,” she stammered, glancing up at me with that practiced innocence. Her story didn’t hold water, and we bo