ログインAlexander POVThe moment I stepped out of the house earlier, I already knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore it.It wasn’t something obvious.Not something I could clearly point at.But it was there.That feeling.The one that doesn’t sit well.Celyne said she was going to Clara’s place.Simple.Clear.Yet when I saw her again… something about it didn’t feel right.Not the way she spoke.Not the way she avoided my eyes.Not even the way she held herself.Too careful.Too controlled.Like she was making sure nothing slipped.I don’t like that.I don’t like not knowing.And I especially don’t like it when things don’t add up.That was why I found myself standing in front of Clara’s office.Not because I was sure something was wrong.But because I needed to be sure nothing was.I stepped inside, my movements calm, measured.Clara looked up the moment I entered, her expression softening slightly.“Alexander.”I gave a small nod.“Clara.”She gestured for me to sit, and I did, leaning back sli
Clara POVThe room was quiet. Too quiet, even for my liking. But I liked it that way. Silence was easier to control. Easier to think in. Easier to remember.I sat at my desk, hands folded neatly, my gaze drifting to the dark screen of my phone. Nothing. Still nothing. Perfect. Patience was a virtue, and I had plenty of it.Celyne. The name alone stirred a strange mix of nostalgia and irritation in me. She had always been like this, like some shining star that everyone fell in love with. Even when she was breaking, even when she was falling apart, people noticed her. Alexander, the world… even me, in ways I hated to admit. And yet, they never saw me.I leaned back slightly, letting the leather chair creak under my weight. A soft, humorless smile curved my lips. “You never saw me,” I whispered. Yes, that was the truth. I was always there. Always beside her, always supporting her. Standing in the shadows, quietly present. And she… she had no idea.It had begun years ago, subtly. The laug
Elara POVThe dining table was quiet now.Too quiet.But even in the silence, the tension from earlier still lingered in the air, heavy and unsettling.I stood by the window, my arms crossed lightly, my gaze unfocused as my thoughts replayed everything that had just happened.Every word.Every expression.Every reaction.Or more importantly…The lack of it.A small frown formed on my face.“That wasn’t supposed to happen…” I muttered softly.At least… not like that.I had expected the tension.Of course I had.Celyne being back was already enough to stir things.And yes, I wanted her to feel uncomfortable.To remember her place.To understand clearly that she no longer belonged here.But something about tonight…Felt different.Wrong, even.I exhaled slowly, my fingers tightening slightly against my arms.“I thought…” I paused.Then shook my head.“I thought he would say something.”Alexander.My gaze hardened slightly as his image crossed my mind.I knew him.Or at least…I believed
Celyne POVThe door closed behind me softly.But the moment I stepped fully into my room…Everything I had been holding was shattered.My legs gave out before I could stop myself, and I sank slowly onto the floor, my back resting against the door as if it was the only thing holding me together.A shaky breath left my lips.Then another.And then—“I can’t…” I whispered.My voice broke almost immediately.Tears blurred my vision as I brought my hand to my mouth, trying to silence the sound that was threatening to escape.But it didn’t work.Nothing worked.Because everything hurt.Not just my body.But everything else.My chest tightened painfully as the scene from earlier replayed in my head.Every word.Every look.Every moment.“You are just a surrogate.”The words echoed again.Loud.Clear.Unforgiving.My fingers curled tightly into my clothes as more tears slipped down my face.“What is this…” I whispered weakly.“What is all of this…”My voice trembled as I lowered my head, my s
Celyne POVThe dining table felt colder than usual.It wasn’t the room.It wasn’t the air.It was the people sitting around it.I sat quietly in my seat, my hands resting lightly on my lap, my fingers slightly curled as I tried to steady myself.Everything in me felt off.My body.My mind.Even my breathing felt heavier than normal.But I couldn’t show it.Not here.Not in front of them.The soft clinking of cutlery filled the silence, but it did nothing to ease the tension pressing down on me.If anything, it made it worse.Because no one was speaking.No one—until a voice finally broke through.“Where were you today?”I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.Vivian.Her tone was calm.Too calm.The kind of calm that always carried something sharp beneath it.I lifted my head slowly, meeting her gaze.“I went out for a bit,” I replied quietly.Simple.Careful.Non-confrontational.But it wasn’t enough.It was never enough.“For a bit?” she repeated, her brow lifting slightly.“Ye
Alexander POVThe house felt too quiet.I didn’t notice it at first.Not until I stepped into the living room and realized something was… off.My gaze moved slowly across the space, sharp, observant.Empty.My jaw tightened slightly.“Where is she?”The question left my lips before I could stop it.A maid standing nearby hesitated before answering. “Madam Celyne is not in the house, sir.”Not in the house.The words settled heavily.My eyes narrowed slightly.“What do you mean she’s not in the house?” I asked, my tone calm—but firm.“She left earlier, sir.”Left.Just like that.Without a word.Without informing me.A slow breath left my nose as irritation began to build quietly inside my chest.“She left…” I repeated, more to myself than anyone else.Then why didn’t she say anything?My fingers flexed slightly at my side.She doesn’t make decisions like that.Not here.Not under my roof.Not when she’s carrying—I cut the thought off immediately.“Where did she go?” I asked again.Th







