I moved in to spite him.

One month. That was the plan.

Enjoy the view. Sell the suite. Flip the pain into profit.

But then she showed up.

Penthouse across the way. Windows wide open. A different outfit every night, somehow less each time.

7PM sharp: She plays the piano in lingerie. Like it’s a ritual. Like she knows I’ll be watching.

At first, I thought she was bored. Now?

I think she’s trying to ruin me.

And babe—