LOGINCelyne POVThe room felt too quiet.Too heavy.Like the silence itself was pressing down on my chest, making it harder to breathe, harder tothink, harder to exist without feeling like I was slowly breaking apart.I stood still in the middle of it, my hands trembling slightly as the echoes of dinner replayed inmy head.Alexander’s voice.Elara’s words.The looks.The accusations.Everything.All of it.They wanted me to take the fall.To stand in front of cameras and lie.To smile through it.To pretend I didn’t matter.My breath hitched.“What… am I supposed to take the fall for?” I whispered to myself.My voice cracked in the empty room.“For what?”My fingers curled tightly into my palms as the anger finally broke through the confusion.Why me?Why always me?My chest rose
Alexander POVThe dining room was silent.Unnaturally silent.The kind of silence that didn’t bring peace—but tension.Heavy.Suffocating.The soft clink of cutlery against plates echoed faintly, but no one spoke. No one dared to. It was as if the air itself was waiting… for something to break.I sat at the head of the table, my gaze fixed ahead, my expression unreadable.Elara sat to my right.Celyne… across from me.She hadn’t touched her food.Good.Because neither had I.This wasn’t dinner.This was control.And I needed it back.I placed my fork down slowly.The sound was sharp enough to draw their attention.Finally.I leaned back slightly, my eyes moving between them before settling.“We will be holding a press conference tomorrow.”My voice was calm.Too calm.Controlled.“But—”I continued before anyone could interrupt.“We will all be present.”Silence followed.Then—I looked directly at Celyne.“You,” I said, my tone shifting slightly, firmer now, “will state clearly that
Alexander POVThe office was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that usually meant control—order—everything exactly where it should be.I preferred it that way.I sat behind my desk, flipping through a stack of documents, my eyes scanning numbers and reports, but my mind…My mind wasn’t here.It was elsewhere.With her.Celyne.My jaw tightened slightly as I paused, the paper in my hand still.
Celyne POVThe air felt different today.Lighter… yet somehow heavier at the same time.I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked slowly along the quiet path, my steps unhurried, my mind far from where I was. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city should have been calming, but my thoughts refused to settle.They never did anymore.I exhaled slowly, staring ahead without really seeing anything.Alexander.My chest tightened slightly at the thought of him.The way he had spoken to me earlier… the way he had looked at me.
Elara povThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes wasn’t the ceiling.It was my phone.And the storm waiting inside it.Notifications flooded my screen—messages, tags, missed calls, news alerts. It felt endless. Suffocating. Like the world had suddenly decided to drag me into its center and tear me apart piece by piece.My fingers trembled slightly as I unlocked it.And just like that—The headlines hit me again.“Elara Wynn: The Barren Fiancée?”“Unable to give him an heir, billionaire turns to ex-lover!”“Celyne Ward—The Woman Who Could Do What Elara Couldn’t.”My chest tightened.No.No
Alexander povThe shrill vibration of my phone dragged me out of sleep.Then another.And another.It didn’t stop.My eyes snapped open, irritation flashing through me as I reached for the device on my nightstand. The screen was flooded—missed calls, notifications, emails. Unknown numbers. Business contacts. Investors.Even my personal assistant.My jaw tightened.What the hell was going on?I pushed myself upright, running a hand through my hair as another call came in. I declined it immediately, my irritation slowly morphing into something sharper.Unease.Before I could process it further, the door burst open.“Elara—”“What the hell is this, Alexander?”Her voice cut through the room like a blade.I stilled.She stood there, breathing hard, her face flushed with anger—no, not just anger. Humiliation. Rage.And in her hand…A phone.My eyes narrowed slightly. “What are you talking about?”She let out a bitter laugh, walking toward me with sharp, purposeful steps. “Don’t play dumb w
Celyne POVI didn’t expect him to take me somewhere familiar.The moment the car pulled to a stop, my breath caught in my throat.The café.Of all the places
Celyne POVI was going to do it.The broken glass trembled violently in my hand, its jagged edge glinting faintly under the dim hospital light. My wrist felt exposed. Fragile.One move.
Celyne POVThe suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with clothes I wasn’t sure I would ever wear.My hands moved slowly, folding shirts and placing them inside like I was packing pieces of a life I no longer recognized.Behind me, Clara leaned against the doorframe, watching in silence for a lo
Alexander POVShe’s back.After all these years, she’s standing in front of me again like a ghost pulled out of a life I buried long ago.And somehow, nothing about it feels right.Celyne looks different.Not in the obvious ways. Her hair is still the same dark shade I remember, falling around her s







