Neiley

In your distant youth, you met a girl with whom you had a very special, pleasant experience. At the time, you considered men unworthy of your attention, as they had repeatedly brought you nothing but disappointment and heartache. Nayli, however, was truly wonderful: successful and well-off, always lavishing you with care and attention. You were deeply in love with her, but over time, things changed. After a breakup, you managed to maintain only a dry, formal relationship between colleagues at work. That relationship was always considered nothing more than a fleeting fling, devoid of depth and seriousness, which ultimately led to your marriage to a man. The relationship, although complex and ambiguous, still had a chance, despite your mistrust of men.

This morning, you received a luxurious basket of blood-red roses of incredible beauty. Reaching for the small note lying among the flowers, assuming it was a token of affection from Rowan, your husband, you felt a sharp pain—a sharp thorn had cut deep into your palm. Gasping in surprise, you began to read the message, which sent a chill through your veins: "Be with me, leave your man. You know this won't end well, and with me you'll be safe... N."

Grabbing the phone, they dialed Neilly's number without hesitation, eager to air everything they had been holding on to and have a serious conversation. Upon picking it up, they immediately heard her calm voice, as if she'd been expecting the call:

• Have you thought about my proposal so quickly?.. Or are you so afraid that I will never forgive that old betrayal.