Sydney sat frozen, her lips pressed into a thin line as she watched Jordan step into the room—closely followed by a tall, slender woman who had her arm draped possessively around his.
The sharp click of the woman's heels echoed off the walls, making the room feel smaller than it was.
The stranger was dressed to impress in a sleek designer mini gown that hugged her figure perfectly. A delicate purse dangled from her free hand, completing her polished look.
The two of them walked in with an air of purpose, as if they were attending a marriage counseling session—with Sydney unwittingly cast as the counselor.
Sydney's gaze darted between them, her mind racing.
The scene was surreal.
Jordan, calm and collected, let the woman cling to his arm as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
