LOGINMadelynI got home late that evening, my body aching from sitting through meetings and pretending all day that nothing was wrong. My heels kicked softly against the floor as I stepped inside, dropping my bag by the console table. All I wanted was a shower and my bed, something quiet enough to dull my thoughts, when I heard voices upstairs. They were low and busy, the sound of drawers opening and closing, fabric shifting, someone moving around like they belonged there.That was strange.No one touched my things without telling me first.I went upstairs slowly, my hand tightening around the railing as I reached the hallway. The door to my bedroom was open. Wide open. I stopped before I even crossed the threshold because what I saw refused to settle properly in my head.One of the maids was inside my room.She was packing.My wardrobe doors were pulled apart, hangers clinking softly as clothes were folded and placed aside. They were not my clothes. I recognized the fabrics immediately. P
Dominic The week passed like a slow bleed I could not stop. It did not rush. It did not explode. It just dragged itself through every day, every hour, every quiet moment where Madelyn should have been close enough for me to feel her presence. Instead, I felt the gap she left behind. It pressed against my chest when I woke up. It followed me into meetings. It sat with me when I ate and tasted nothing. I had lived through injuries that healed faster than this.She still lived in the same house. She still worked in the same company. Yet somehow, she had pulled so far away from me that it felt like we were separated by cities instead of walls.That morning, the office was loud in the usual way. Phones ringing. Assistants talking in hushed voices. Papers sliding across desks. The steady hum of the building doing what it always did, moving forward whether I was falling apart or not. I sat behind my desk pretending to focus on reports, nodding when someone spoke to me, signing where I was t
MadelynI did not sleep.I lay on my side staring at the wall, listening to the faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant city sounds that usually comforted me. That morning they felt foreign, like I was already halfway gone. Every time I closed my eyes, Leana’s voice came back to me. Her certainty. By the time the sky started to lighten, I knew one thing clearly. I could not keep waiting for Ava anymore.Whatever plan she had promised me, whatever timeline she had given me, it was no longer enough. Things had moved too fast, and I was the one standing in the middle getting crushed. I pushed myself up from the bed quietly, my body heavy, my chest aching like I had been crying all night even though the tears had dried hours ago.I went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face, studying myself in the mirror. I looked thinner. Tired. My eyes were dull, rimmed with red. I brushed my teeth slowly, mechanically, like I was already practicing being alone again.Back in the bed
DominicGetting Leana to leave was not easy. Nothing about that night was easy.She stood in the living room with the baby pressed against her chest, rocking him back and forth like she was daring me to say something wrong. The guards hovered near the door, unsure if they were allowed to intervene, unsure whose side they were supposed to be on. Madelyn was nowhere in sight, which somehow made everything worse because I could feel her absence like a weight pressing on my ribs.“Just for tonight,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my head was pounding. “Take him home. I will come talk to you later.”Leana looked at me like she did not believe a single word. Her eyes were red, her makeup smudged, and the baby let out a soft whine that made her tighten her hold.“You always say later,” she replied. “Later never comes with you.”“I swear,” I said, lowering my voice. She followed my gaze instinctively, glancing down the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Her mouth twisted, somethi
MadelynI stayed where I was, even when my legs started to feel weak, even when my fingers curled into my palms so hard my nails dug into my skin. My face felt strange, like all the blood had quietly slipped away without asking permission. I did not need a mirror to know I looked pale. I could feel it the way my head buzzed and my ears rang softly, like a warning I was trying very hard to ignore.Dominic’s voice carried through the living room, low and controlled, the way it always got when he was trying to keep a situation from exploding. Leana’s voice was louder, sharper, cutting through his words without effort. I stood there for a moment, then took a step back, then another, until my back met the kitchen counter. I did not plan to hide, it just happened, my body moving on instinct before my mind caught up.The kitchen light was off. The hallway light was on. I stayed in the shadows.“I am not divorcing my wife,” Dominic said, his voice strained but firm.Wife.The word should have
DominicI knew something was wrong the moment I stepped out of the elevator and heard crying that did not belong in my home.The front door was open.That alone made my stomach tighten.Madelyn never left the door open.I stepped inside and the first thing I saw was Leana standing in my living room like she owned the place, her back straight, her face streaked with tears, and a baby cradled in her arms. Madelyn stood a few feet away, frozen, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides, her face pale and unreadable in a way that scared me more than anger ever could.For a second, no one spoke.Then Leana turned when she saw me.“There he is,” she said, her voice breaking as if she had rehearsed the moment and still wasn’t prepared for it. “You finally decided to come home.”Madelyn looked at me then, and I felt it like a blow to the chest. There were a thousand questions in her eyes and not one of them was kind.“What is going on,” I asked, forcing my voice to stay calm as I moved closer.







