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Eric’s POV“Thank you, Eric, for spending the entire day with me,” Sophia chirped beside him as they sat in the backseat. Outside, the world was a blur; the car skidded on the road, leaving nothing but dust and dirt in its wake as the drive pushed forward.“It’s nothing,” Eric replied back indifferently. He didn't even look at her, his gaze fixed firmly on the window, brushing off her gratitude like it was a minor inconvenience.“Of course it’s something,” she said, her voice dropping as she feigned being hurt at his cold response. “You spent the entire day with me today because I told you it’s my birthday and it was what I wanted. Most men wouldn't do that.” She smiled sweetly at him, shifting closer. “Of course I would be thankful for that gesture.” She reached out, taking his hand into hers.Sighing, he didn't pull away, but he didn't squeeze back either. “It’s the least I could do. Your entire family is abroad and you are here because I asked you to be,” he said to her, his voice

I open my eyes and the first thing that it saw was a pure stark white ceiling, nothing else, not more. Just a vast, empty white that made my head spin even more.‘Was I in heaven?’ I thought to myself. The silence was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of a machine somewhere nearby.The last thing I remembered before falling unconscious was… everything. The office, the documents, Sebastian’s voice telling me things I didn’t want to hear. The name Sophia.Ahh.My head hurt. It felt like there was a sledgehammer hitting it, over and over. I couldn’t think straight, and my eyes felt hot and painful to see. Every time I tried to focus on a single spot on that white ceiling, the heat behind my eyelids intensified. I felt like I was going to vomit at this; the feeling was so overwhelming that I had to swallow hard just to keep my stomach down.I tried to get up from the bed, wanting to get out of here. This place smelled too much like chemicals. But to no avail, I just fell back down. My m

After Eric’s stunt with my bank accounts a few days ago, I had dived headfirst into my work. I refused to let his petty, controlling nature consume my thoughts. If he wanted a war of attrition, I would give him one, but I wouldn’t do it while sitting at home and crying.True to his word, he had frozen every single one of my primary accounts. Following my discussion with Sebastian, I had gone to the bank to attempt a reactivation of my old student account—a relic from my university days that I hoped to use to wire my paychecks. But even there, I was met with a wall of polite, corporate resistance. The clerk told me, with an apologetic wince, that the account had been flagged and frozen after they received authorization from the higher-ups.I knew it was his doing. There was nobody else with that kind of reach, that kind of cold, calculated precision. But as I sat in my office, one thing remained unclear. Why was he doing it ‘this’ way?If he had the power to force me to quit, why not j

Autumn’s POVMy ears rang. The world seemed to tilt on its axis as his words finally registered, cold and sharp like a blade.“Excuse me?” I managed to choke out. I couldn't form any other coherent sentence that didn't involve me saying something I knew I wouldn’t be able to take back.“You heard me,” Eric replied, his voice devoid of any warmth. “I froze your cards.” He repeated the words slowly, as if he were explaining a simple concept to a child who was refusing to understand.“Why?” It was all I could manage to say. I felt defeated, hollowed out by the sheer audacity of his actions. I couldn’t understand why—how—he could do such a thing to his own wife.“Because I am fulfilling exactly what you said,” he retorted.“What are you talking about?” I asked, dumbfounded. Sometimes, I truly didn’t understand how this man’s brain worked. It was like he lived in a completely different reality where cruelty was a logical response to a

Sebastian’s POVTHE NIGHT BEFOREThe cool night air drifted through the clearing, bringing a tranquility that had nothing to do with peace for those sitting there. While Autumn and Eric were having their explosive showdown in the mansion, another connection was supposedly blossoming elsewhere—two people finding each other and getting lost within themselves. Or so it seemed.“Sorry I’m late,” a figure said, her voice soft as she approached the table.Sebastian looked up from the menu, his face immediately shifting into a welcoming mask. “Hey,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, gravitating register. “You’re not late. I was just early.”He stood up with practiced grace, pulling out her chair and adjusting it carefully as she sat.“You are such a gentleman, Sebastian,” Chloe cooed, fixing him with a soft, shy glance that spoke volumes of her naivety.“When a beautiful woman graces me with her presence, I could be nothing less,” he said, staring intently into her eyes, making sure hi

I woke up tired, my head throbbing with a splitting headache that pulsed in time with my beating heart. The events of yesterday were vivid, playing like a cruel loop in my mind. I lay back down for a moment, staring at the ceiling and replaying every word, every look, and that cold retched silence that had settled over the mansion.I didn't even remember when I had finally fallen asleep, but my throat was parched. I reached for the pitcher on my nightstand and poured myself a glass of water, the cold liquid doing little to soothe the fire in my body.Why couldn't he understand me? Why did it always have to be this way? It was like he didn’t listen to a single word I said—everything just went in one ear and out the other.“So unreasonable,” I hummed to myself, my voice sounding small in the quiet room. Yet, despite the anger and the exhaustion, he was still the man I loved. An unreasonable, stubborn idiot that I couldn’t help but be in love with.I forced myself out of bed. There was n