The office feels suffocating with all three of us crammed inside. Reeves slams the door and whirls around to face Caine. "You think your money makes you untouchable?" Reeves snarls, stepping closer. "You think you can waltz in here and destroy my family?"
"I didn't come here to fight," Caine says calmly, but I can see the tension in his shoulders.
"Too fucking bad, because that's what you're getting."
"Reeves, stop!" I plead, stepping between them. "Please, just calm down and listen to him."
"I love your wife," Caine says quietly, his wordscutting through the tension like a blade. "I'm in love with her."
The silence that follows is deafening. I watch Reeves’s face crumble, then harden into something terrifying.
"You love her?" Reeves’s voice drops to a dangerous whisper. "You’ve destroyed my marriage, and now you're throwing around the word love?"
Caine doesn't flinch. "I didn't plan for this to happen. But I can't deny what I feel."
Reeves slowly pivots toward me, his movements deliberate and predatory. Those dark eyes—almost black in the dim office lighting—lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch in my throat. There's something raw and wounded in his gaze, a mixture of betrayal and fury that cuts straight through me.
The silence stretches between us, heavy and suffocating, as if the very air has thickened with the weight of what's just been confessed. "And you? Do you love him back?"
My mouth goes dry. This is it—the moment everything changes forever. I can feel both men watching me, waiting for words that will either salvage what's left of my marriage or destroy it completely.
"Reeves, I—"
"Answer the fucking question, Jenna!"
Tears blur my vision. "I... yes." The word comes out as barely a whisper. "I love him."
The transformation in Reeves’s face is instant and devastating. Every muscle seems to go slack for a heartbeat before his features contort into something I've never seen before—anguish that quickly morphs into white-hot rage.
The color drains from his face completely, leaving him pale as winter stone, except for the flush of anger creeping up his neck like spilled wine.
Before I can blink, his fist connects with Caine's jaw in a sickening crack. Caine staggers backward, blood trickling from his split lip.
"Reeves, no!" I rush to Caine's side, my hands hovering over his face. The concern in my touch says everything Reeves needs to know.
"Get away from him!" Reeves lunges forward, but the office door bursts open.
Greg charges in, taking in the scene. "What the fuck.” Without hesitation, he wraps his massive arms around Reeves from behind, pinning his arms to his sides. "Reeves, calm down!"
"Let me fucking go! I'm gonna kill that piece of shit!"
Liza appears in the doorway, her face pale. "I'm calling the cops," she announces, already on her phone.
"Don't," I plead, but she shakes her head.
"This has gone too far, Jen."
Reeves struggles against Greg's hold, his face twisted with rage and heartbreak. "Seven years, Jenna! Seven fucking years we've been together, and you throw it all away for this rich asshole?"
"I never meant for this to happen," I whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"But it did happen," Caine says softly, touching his bleeding lip. "And we can't take it back."
"No," Reeves says, his voice breaking. "But you can both go to hell."
Reeves has gone limp, and Greg finally releases him. He immediately slumps into the desk chair, head in his hands.
Liza hovers in the doorway, unsure whether to stay or go. I gesture for her to give us privacy.
