Novels by Sarah miles

Tom’s POVA FEW HOURS EARLIER. I sat behind my desk in the office. My mind spiralled.Selene had been acting rather strange lately. She hardly texts me when I don't show up at the house anymore and the way she spoke to me this morning.Her eyes were fiery. I had seen something in them. Something I had never seen before.I glanced at the locked drawer. Could she know?No. I doubt it.I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. Selene was emotional. That's how women get when they feel their spot is being threatened.My phone dinged with Lisa’s text, but I scrolled to Selene's chat.The last time she had texted was five days ago.I laid back in my seat.Someone knocked on the door.“Come in.”The door opened, and Markham, my executive director, stepped inside, clutching a file.“Sir, I’ve compiled the figures you asked for…”I raised a hand without looking at him. “Handle it.”He hesitated. “It involves the stock exchange records…”“I said handle it, Markham,” I snapped, finally meet

The morning came with a hollow feeling in my chest. Everything seemed to slow.I had barely slept through the night; Rowland's appearance had shaken me more than I could imagine. With it came memories I had managed to bury so deeply five years ago. Things I never wanted to remember.His messages kept popping up on my phone.“Can we see Selene?”“We really need to talk.”I sat alone in the dark, my fingers trembling, unable to respond.I had gotten up even before my alarm went off and began to clean.Tom slept soundly in the room opposite mine.I got Amira dressed quickly in a daze and sent her off to school.Tom sat on the dining table while he drank his morning coffee.I wiped at the kitchen counter aimlessly; my mind wandered.I couldn't let Rowland get any closer. He could expose everything. Tom must never find out who Rowland is.“I don't like seeing you with other men, Selene.”I froze. The light from the window shone on my wedding ring on my finger, making it glisten.I turned a

Selene’s POV.I took a step back, placing my hands on the counter for support. My head spun.He stepped forward. Alarm was written all over his face.“Are you okay?”“I am fine,” I managed to say.Was this really Rowland? He stood a few inches taller than me, and his brown curly hair had been trimmed perfectly. He wore an expensive suit, and the scent of his perfume filled the air.I straightened, glancing around instinctively.Tom's sister, Melanie, hovered over Lisa, giggling as she showed her something in it. Tom was nowhere in sight.I swallowed. My voice shook.“What are you doing here, Rowland?”He exhaled, “Look, Selene, I know how crazy this all looks, showing up out of nowhere, but…”“Rowland. I don't have time for this. Why are you here?”His brows raised. “I came back for you, Selene.”My chest tightened. His eyes pierced into mine; I looked away.“I don't want to see you, Rowland. I am married now."His expression dropped, like he had been slapped across the face.“I heard

Amira’s birthday party. I stood at the far end of the hall, glancing at Tom. Lisa stood beside him. She threw her head back, running her palm over his arm, laughing at something Tom's business associate said. My fingers tightened around the glass of wine in my hand. The nerve of him to invite his mistress over for our child's sixth birthday party. “Mum, my friends said they love my party.” I turned around. My heart melted at the sight of Amira wearing a cute tiara and the cutest pink dress, all flushed from excitement. I crouched and kissed her forehead. “I love you too, my cutie pootidu.” “Muah,” she mouthed. I took her hand and walked towards Sophie's direction. She was seated at the table talking to Amira’s hot pianist. Smiling like a damn Cheshire cat. “Could you help me watch Amira for a second, please?” I asked. “I need to use the restroom.” She opened her arms, a wide smile on her lips. “Come here, birthday princess.” Amira released my grip and jumped

A blonde woman sat on Tom’s lap, her arm draped over his shoulder as she sat crosleged over his Lap, their faces close enough to touch. My chest tightened, my legs felt like jelly, and for a second I couldn’t breathe. Tom stood up abruptly, pushing her gently aside. My voice quivered. “What's the meaning of this, Tom?” Tom's brows furrowed; he pointed a finger in my direction. “You, what are you doing here? Haven't I warned you to not come here uninvited?” “Who is this Tom?” the lady asked. I glanced at her — and recognised her instantly. I couldn't mistake her for anything. Lisa, Tom’s first love. My heart dropped. “Sadly, she's my wife, Lisa,” Tom said, his fingers curled tightly by his side. My heart finally shattered into a million pieces. “Sadly?” He turned to the secretary. “I told you not to allow anybody in.” “Sir, I tried to stop her, but…” “Get out,” he commanded. She turned around sharply and walked out. “You didn't tell me you had a wife,

Selene’s POVI stood up first, my body trembling as we walked in. The doctor looked at his note. “Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. “Well, doctor, we trust in your expertise and hope you have good news for us,” Tom said. I clutched my bag, hugging it closer to my chest. “Well, there is good news and bad news. Which should come first?” the doctor said. I glanced at Tom and took in a deep breath. Tom leaned back in his seat. “I think we should hear the bad news first.” “Well,” the doctor said, clasping his hands together and looking over the rim of his glasses. “The bad news is, it seems that Selene’s ovaries are no longer producing healthy eggs.” I froze. Tom's brows furrowed, and he leaned forward. “Wha…what do you mean, doctor?” I stammered. “Your eggs are not being fertilised, ma'am.” Tom glanced at me and back at the doctor. “We have a daughter. She’s five,” he said. The Doctor sighed. “Well, thin