Tense

TRISTIN'S POV

I sighed, the fight draining out of me. "Livia, you need to leave. We both need time to think. This isn’t something we can fix with shouting and throwing things."

For a moment, she stood there, breathing heavily, her eyes locked on mine. Then, without another word, she turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

I sank into my chair, running a hand through my hair. The office was a mess.

Later that day, I was in a meeting with Sophie and Eva and the team, going over the final details for our upcoming product launch. The atmosphere was productive, and despite the earlier confrontation with Livia, I was starting to feel a sense of accomplishment. That was until Livia barged into the room, her face a mask of fury.

“Livia, what are you doing here?” I asked, standing up, already feeling the tension rising again.

She ignored me and stormed straight up to Eva, pointing a finger in her face. “You! You think you can just waltz in and steal my fiancé? You’re nothing but