Chapter 3The Wife Swap That Burned Them

"That's my girl," Trey said, letting out a booming laugh as he gripped the steering wheel.

"Don't worry, Olivia. You've got this in the bag," Luke added, though his gaze remained glued to Tasha's collarbone.

"If you two are so confident, why wait?" Trey suggested, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked between the rearview mirror and me. "We could pull over right now."

"Let's do it," Luke agreed instantly.

"Don't be ridiculous," I cut in, my voice sharp. "The car is cramped and dusty. Wait until we get to the house."

I wasn't trying to build anticipation; I was desperately trying to buy myself time. The casual degradation of the entire setup was beginning to suffocate me.

"Olivia's right," Trey said, sensing my shift in mood. "Let's wait till we have actual beds. We're only twenty minutes away anyway."

The rest of the drive was heavy with unspoken hostility. What was supposed to be a weekend retreat had warped into a bitter, hyper-sexualized competition. And as I watched the trees blur past the window, a cold realization settled deep in my bones: Luke was entirely gone. There was no saving this marriage.

When we finally pulled up to the secluded, modern cabin, the air was crisp.

The moment the engine cut, Luke was out of the car. "Trey, let's head upstairs and settle this."

"Hell yeah," Trey replied, his eyes locked on me as he stretched his arms. "Tasha, go with Luke."

"My pleasure," Tasha said, offering me a parting, victorious smirk as she wrapped her arm around Luke's.

"Shall we, Olivia?" Trey asked, reaching out to take my hand.

"Lead the way," I said, letting him lead me toward the cabin doors.

We walked into the beautifully decorated living room and immediately split into separate wings of the house. No sooner had Trey closed our bedroom door than the thin cabin walls began to vibrate with the loud, performative moans of Tasha from across the hall.

"Don't let me down, Trey," I murmured, stepping close and wrapping my arms around his neck. I had to play the part perfectly if I wanted to survive the night.

"I won't," Trey whispered, his eyes dark with sudden hunger.