Bella's POV
A sleek vehicle pulled up beside us, and from it emerged a woman who immediately commanded attention. Her crimson hair fell in calculated waves around her shoulders, contrasting sharply with her form-fitting black dress that left little to the imagination. Every detail of her appearance screamed deliberate perfection, from her razor-sharp eyeliner to her blood-red lipstick that matched her confident smirk. Even in towering heels, she moved with predatory grace toward Parker.
I remained frozen in place, watching this tableau unfold. Parker stood surrounded by his children and this striking woman, his eyes darting nervously between her and me. She approached him with the familiarity of someone who belonged in his world, leaning in to plant a casual kiss on his cheek that sent ice through my veins.
Parker's body language shifted uncomfortably as he acknowledged her presence with a stiff nod.
