Billion Dollar Love Affair.

- 13 -

Miranda stood in the kitchen, eyes wide, frozen in place as she took in the scene before her—Y/N and Behati, half undressed, caught in a moment they couldn't take back.

"Are you two stupid? Or just careless?" Miranda's voice cut through the silence like a whip. "What the hell are you doing?!"

She stepped over the broken glass she had dropped in shock and tossed the shirts at both Y/N and Behati, her fury barely contained.

"Do you realize anyone could've walked in? Your wife, Y/N! Your kids! Your friends!" Miranda's voice rose, sharp with disbelief. "You two are idiots! You think if you get caught, it's just about you? Elizabeth will snoop, she'll start asking questions about how all this started. And then what? You really think no one else is going down with you? Me, Candice—all of us—we're all screwed!"

Y/N stood speechless, still shaken from the moment, guilt starting to gnaw at her.

Miranda turned her gaze on Behati, more furious than Y/N had ever seen her. "Go upstairs, Behati. To your room. Now. And stay there. Stay away from each other. Or at least have the decency not to fuck in a place where anyone could catch you."

Behati, embarrassed and ashamed, nodded silently and hurried out of the kitchen, disappearing up the stairs. The air felt thick with tension and unspoken regret.

Y/N was about to say something when Miranda's eyes snapped back to her, sharp and unforgiving. "I don't know what you think you're doing, Y/N, but stop it. Right now."

Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but Miranda's deadly look silenced her. She wasn't in the mood for excuses.

"I get it, okay?" Miranda said, her voice lowering but still firm. "It's exciting having someone like Behati. It's the thrill of secrecy, the rush of being with someone you shouldn't be with. I understand how tempting that can be. But this?" She gestured to the kitchen, her eyes flashing with anger. "This is not the time or place for it. Not when your kids are upstairs. Not when your wife is just down the hall, expecting you to be better than this."

Y/N frowned, her guilt swelling. "I know... I can't—I don't know why I did that... why I was so careless."

Miranda let out a deep breath, her expression softening slightly. "You feel seen. Wanted. Behati gave you something you've been craving. You're mistaking lust for something more, Y/N. Lusting after a girl you had to pay. Don't risk everything for this. Don't risk your life, your family, for someone who will leave as soon as someone offers her more."

Y/N's brow furrowed. "But she—"

Miranda cut her off, her voice gentler now as she brushed Y/N's cheek softly. "She'll leave. She'll walk away the second she doesn't need you anymore. The SECOND someone offers her more money she will forget all about you. Don't jeopardize your life, your family, for a quick fix."

Miranda stepped closer, her eyes searching Y/N's. "I get it. Behati makes you feel good. Hell, I could get on my knees right now and make you feel better than she ever could. But upstairs, your wife gave you something Behati never will. A family. Kids. Something to come home to every day. And no amount of lust is more fulfilling than that."

Y/N stood there, the weight of Miranda's words sinking in, the fog of lust and confusion slowly lifting. Miranda let out a tired breath, stepping back.

"You can have Behati if you want. Anytime. But be respectful of the people in your life. Don't do it when your kids are under the same roof. Don't risk throwing away everything for this... for her."

The room was quiet again, the only sound being Y/N's quiet breaths as she processed everything. Miranda was strict, yes, but she was also right. Deep down, Y/N knew it.

Miranda gave her a long look before turning to leave. "Get some sleep. Think about what you're doing. And clean up the glass I broke."

And with that, Miranda walked out, leaving Y/N standing alone in the kitchen, her heart heavy with regret, shame.