His Perfect Trap, My Perfect Revenge

On her 28th birthday, Chelsea Schneider decided to give herself a very special gift.

"Alaric, can you help me draft a divorce agreement? I want to cut all ties with Magnus."

Alaric Malcolm studied her carefully. "Chelsea, are you sure about this? You know I'll support you, but Magnus isn't the type to just let you walk away. That man loves you."

Chelsea hesitated, a quiet doubt creeping in. Does Magnus really love me?

"I'll find a way to make him agree," she said firmly.

That evening, she slipped into the most stunning gown she owned and walked into her birthday party with quiet confidence. The moment Magnus Colon spotted her, his eyes lit up.

"Wow. You look incredible tonight, babe."

He pulled her close, his arm locking around her waist as he buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.

His warm breath sent a shiver down her spine, her cheeks flushing pink. She tried to push away gently, but he only tightened his grip.

"You smell amazing," he murmured, his fingers already tracing the deep V-neck of her dress.

"Magnus." Her voice wavered, her body betraying her as she melted against him.

Just as the heat between them grew unbearable, his phone rang—sharp and intrusive, slicing through the moment like ice.

"Yeah. I'll be right there," he answered curtly.