LOGINMadeline
Ava hadn't returned. Not when Dominic and I had been taking our wedding vows, and not now, when the guests were clearing. I swallowed, my heart crashing against my rib cage as the last of the guests filed out of the hall. Ava's parents had gone out do their mind with worry when I'd informed them of Ava's disappearance. I'd felt the first flicker of guilt as I'd watched her mother try to salvage the situation, silently wishing I'd done a better job at convincing her to stay back. I paced around the room, dialing her number once more and listening to her voicemail. "Shit," I cursed beneath my breath. That was exactly what I was in. A deep shit. What was I supposed to do now? Dominic thought I was his rightful wife; I'd realized he hadn't even seen a picture of Ava when he'd failed to crash out after catching me without the veil. Which was completely strange. Who didn't at least know what their intended– My thoughts were cut of when someone barged into my hotel room. I looked up to find Clarissa, Ava's mom, closely followed by her father, James. Clarissa's sharp eyes connected with mine the second she stepped in. "No word from her?" She asked a little worriedly. I shook my head no. I'd only told them Ava had disappeared to attend to something. Something I'd claimed to have no knowledge of. I wasn't going to add her disloyalty to Dominic to the pile of things I was already dealing with. Clarissa and James shared a look that made my heart sink. Whatever it was they were going to say next, I already knew I wouldn't like it. Clarissa took a step forward. "Ava said you were going to get divorced?" She asked, watching me closely. I pressed my lips together and gave her a single nod. I'd known it was only a matter of time before everyone knew my marriage to Christopher had ended. "I signed the papers and handed it to him this morning." I muttered, feeling a familiar blunt pain stir up in my chest. James dig his hands into his pockets. He'd been standing almost as still as statue since he walked in, so I knew he was about to say something. "I'm sure we could get our lawyer to sort out the technicalities of your divorce," He said a little cautiously. Another shared look with his wife. "But right now, we're going to need you to go on the honeymoon trip with Dominic." It took a second for his words to register. When they did, panic threatened to overtake me. I was already shaking my head before he could continue. "I can't do that, that's not fair to–" "Actually, you can," Clarissa cut in matter-of -factly. There was a sudden edge to her voice that hadn't been there before. The kind that said she wasn't about to let the situation blow up in her face. "You are in fact, legally married to Dominic now. It is your signature on the marriage certificate, my dear." I raised my hand pleadingly. This couldn't be happening. "Clarissa, James, I was only supposed to stand in for a while–" "And that's exactly what we're pleading," She interrupted. Her face softened when she heard how sharp her tone was. "You're divorced, so it's not like you have a marriage to get back to." Ouch. "We're simply saying; carry on with your marriage to Dominic until we can get a hold of Ava and resolve the situation. Which I'm sure would be soon enough." I turned to James, realizing Clarissa was far gone in her plan already. Before I could get a word out of my mouth, a knock sounded on the door. "Come in," It was James who responded. There was a small creak as the door opened, and then Dominic was standing in the room. He'd changed out of his wedding suit. He slowly drifted his gaze from one person to the other before finally settling them on me. I watched confusion filter into his eyes as he most certainly wondered why I was still in my wedding gown. "We have to get going now or we're going to miss our flight," He said calmly. Flight? His words almost drove me into a state of panic, and he immediately noticed. "Ava?" He called out with concern. "She's back?" Clarissa instinctively asked, turning around and causing Dominic's confusion to heighten. She quickly tried to cover her slip up when she realized he'd only been trying to gain my attention. Her awkward laughter echoed in the silence of the room. "For a second I thought you were referring to Madelyn's friend and namesake, Ava." I met James's to eyes, unsure where Clarissa was going with this. "Ava," She said, gesturing to me, "usually goes by Madelyn to avoid any mix-ups." Another awkward laugh. "You know, since her best friend is Ava too." No laugh this time, only a smile that was way too wide for the situation. "Too bad the said best friend couldn't be in attendance." I could tell Dominic was still as confused as ever, but he seemed to let it slide. His eyes found mine. "Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked softly, looking at Ava's parents with a silent request for them to excuse us. Their gazes met mine, and in them I saw the silent reminder for me to stick to the plan. I watched their back until the door closed behind them. Dominic's exhale filled the room. He tucked his right hand into his pocket and took a step forward, going quiet for a few minutes. I waited for him to break the silence, trying not to falter under his gaze. Finally, he swayed on his feet. "The honeymoon is actually just my parents' gift to us." He explained. "We don't have to go if you don't want us to." He was giving me an out. One I should be taking. I didn't want to go on a honeymoon with him. I didn't want us to be in close proximity for an extended period. I didn't want to wonder if he expected us to have sex before we got back. Still, my lips parted and I heard myself say, "No, it's fine. Let's do this.”MadelynI heard the front door open, the soft click of it shutting, and for a second I thought maybe I dreamed it because I’d drifted in and out of sleep so many times on that couch that the sounds in the house had started blending together. The lights were dim and the living room felt too big as usual, too quiet as the staff had gone to their quarters, and I was wrapped up in that blanket the maids always folded a little too neatly. I stayed still because some stubborn part of me wanted to pretend I was asleep for real, like I wasn’t waiting for him like someone who had no self-respect. But the truth was I’d been waiting since I got back from work and the sky got dark and the house got empty.I heard his footsteps. Slow. Heavy. The way he walked when he was tired and trying not to show it. Then I felt the couch dip a little and his hand grazed my hair, gentle in a way I had grown accustomed to. His fingers brushed behind my ear, pushing my messy hair back like he’d been dying to touc
DominicI walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, not even thinking much of anything at first. I just wanted to wash my face, maybe get myself together, because the whole night had already been a mess. But then, her voice.Madelyn’s soft moan slipped through the speaker like she didn’t even care if I heard her. She moaned my name too, slow and shaky, like she’d been holding it in all week and couldn’t take it anymore. The sound hit me so fast I had to grip the edge of the sink. It went straight to my head, then lower, and suddenly I wasn’t thinking about anything else except her.I could feel myself getting hard almost instantly. It was ridiculous how fast it happened, like my body didn’t even bother pretending it wasn’t reacting to her. My sweatpants tightened so quick it was actually painful, the throbbing pushing against the fabric like it wanted out.I swallowed and breathed into the phone, “Maddie… what are you doing?”She let out a soft breath, one of those sounds
DominicIt was past midnight in Florence, the city quiet outside except for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional bark of a stray dog. I had just ended a video call with Liam. He’d been catching me up on a few business updates and joking around like always, but my mind wasn’t really in it. The moment the screen went dark, I exhaled and rubbed my eyes. Sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon, so I grabbed my laptop and opened up some reports, trying to bury myself in work again.I didn’t notice when Leana shifted beside me. The bedsheets rustled softly, and her voice came, low and drowsy. “You’re awake at this hour?”I looked over. She was sitting up, her hair spilling over her shoulders, eyes half open but already glinting with something familiar.“Couldn’t sleep,” I muttered. “I had a call with Liam.”She gave a little hum, sliding closer, her fingers tracing my bare arm. “You’re always working,” she teased lightly, voice still thick with sleep. “Come back to bed.”“I just need to f
MadelynThe week dragged like it was punishing me for something I didn’t do.Every morning, I woke up to the same empty side of the bed, the same scent of him fading a little more each day. Dominic’s messages were short—cold even. “Morning.” “Busy.” “Goodnight.” Nothing more, nothing less. Each word felt like a breadcrumb, and I was the fool following it, hoping it led somewhere that still had warmth. But I really shouldn't be expecting more, I shouldn't be greedy…this much wasn't supposed to happen. We will be separated one day so why do I miss him this much?He said he’d only be in Italy for a few days, but it was already a week. Seven nights of silence, of wondering, of checking my phone like it held my sanity.I tried to keep myself busy at work. The team at Blackwell Corp had no idea their overworked, always-perfect boss was my husband. I wanted it that way. Every time they said “Mr. Blackwell this, Mr. Blackwell that,” I had to bite my tongue not to react. It was strange, sittin
DominicThat morning, I got a call from Leana’s manager. She said Leana fainted during a shoot, and before I could even think, I was already packing my things. I didn’t tell anyone, didn’t wait for my assistant, didn’t even stop to check my phone. I just got on the jet and flew to Italy.By the time I landed, my phone was dead, and I didn’t realize how long it had been since I’d last looked at it. I plugged it in once I got to the hotel near the hospital. The screen lit up, buzzing with dozens of missed calls and messages. All from Madelyn.I ran a hand through my dark hair, exhaling sharply. I could almost picture her sitting on the bed, phone in hand, staring at it like it would ring by willpower alone. Damn it.But right then, I couldn’t bring myself to call her. Not yet.The doctor came out, saying Leana was stable now, just exhausted, low blood sugar or something. He said it wasn’t serious, that she needed rest, and I nodded, pretending I was listening. She was still asleep when
MadelynI got home tired, it felt like my body was a bag of grain, my bones, even breathing felt like work. Ruth had already finished cooking; the smell of roasted chicken drifted through the hall as soon as I stepped inside. I dropped my bag on the console table and slipped out of my heels. The house felt quiet, too quiet.Dominic still wasn’t back.He’d left the office earlier—I’d seen his car pulling away when I was coming down the stairs, but I told myself maybe he went for a meeting somewhere. He did that sometimes, left without saying a word. Still, something about the silence tonight felt heavier.Ruth came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. “Welcome home, Mrs. — Madelyn,” she corrected herself quickly, smiling a little.I nodded, forcing a small smile of my own. “Hi, Ruth. Smells good in here.”“Dinner’s ready whenever you want it. Mr. Blackwell hasn’t returned yet.”“I figured.”She gave me a sympathetic look before disappearing back into the kitchen. I stood







