Chapter Fifty-Seven

Ethan woke up in Sasha’s apartment, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet, peaceful. He looked down at Sasha, still curled up beside him, her soft breathing calming him for a moment. Without thinking, he leaned over and kissed her forehead, brushing his fingers lightly through her hair.

Sasha stirred, slowly waking up. She smiled when she saw him, moving closer, resting her head on his chest. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning,” Ethan replied, his arm tightening around her. For a moment, everything felt right.

But that moment didn’t last.

Sasha’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached over and picked it up, squinting at the screen. Ethan noticed her frown as she read the message. He saw the name Nicholas at the top of the screen and immediately tensed. Without warning, he snatched the phone from her hand.

"What the hell, Ethan?" Sasha protested, but he was already reading the message:

Sorry for making you famous