Hae-Won sat in the dark, phone pressed to her ear, listening to silence.
Rome was with someone. Having sex. Right now.
And that someone had answered his phone. Had called him her boyfriend. Had told Hae-Won to call back tomorrow while Rome was literally inside her.
Hae-Won's hands shook. Her chest felt tight. Her eyes burned.
She was not crying. She absolutely was not crying over Rome D'Angelo. That would be ridiculous. She barely knew him. He had kissed her once. Touched her once. Made her come apart in a storage room and then walked away like it meant nothing.
Because it had meant nothing. To him.
But that woman on the phone. That woman meant something. She was in his bed. In his apartment. Answering his phone at one thirty in the morning while he—
Hae-Won threw her phone onto the bed. Stood up. Paced to the window. Back to the desk. To the window again.
