Regina’s POVI came back home after dropping Maxwell off, the weight of the evening clinging to me like damp clothes I couldn’t peel away. I had no clue how the night would turn out when I first left, but I never would have guessed it would unravel the way it had.The silence of the Veyron estate greeted me. I slipped off my heels by the door, feeling unsteady, not from the shoes but from everything I had said, everything I hadn’t said.Guilt pressed into my chest. Not just over Maxwell’s figure sitting inside a holding cell or the hollow anger in his voice when he confronted me in the car. It was about the secrets I still held.I hadn’t told him about the conversation I overheard between Frederick and that other doctor, the one about faking mental instability. I was almost certain now they had been speaking about Morgana.But why? How did Frederick and Morgana even connect in the first place?The thought of her name alone made my stomach twist.Morgana.She wasn’t a stranger to me. S
Maxwell’s POVI didn’t know what to make of her words.A part of me, ashamed as it is to admit, felt oddly pleased when Regina said the collateral damage had been worse with me than with Frederick.That my betrayal had scarred her deeper, that my actions had left cracks no one else could. It meant, in a twisted way, that I mattered more. That what we had mattered more.But when the meaning fully registered, the satisfaction curdled into something else. Something dark. I hated myself for it. Because all it really meant was that I had caused her a kind of pain no one else could reach.That my place in her life wasn’t defined by love alone, but by the devastation I had wrought.I carried that heaviness with me through dinner.Ivan was talkative tonight, spilling over with stories about a book he was reading and the model car he wanted to build next weekend.His chatter filled the dining room, bright and innocent, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing inside me. I nodded when I should, sm
Regina’s POVThe photo in my hand was more than just grainy pixels captured from a CCTV camera. It was proof. Solid, irrefutable proof that I hadn’t been paranoid, hadn’t been imagining things, hadn’t been chasing shadows.Frederick had gone to see Morgana. There he was, the angles of his face clear enough to deny nothing, his posture betraying a familiarity I could no longer excuse.The world tilted beneath me, a slow unraveling in my chest as I stared at it.“You knew…” Maxwell’s voice broke into my thoughts, low but sharp, like a blade finding its mark. His eyes, searching and pained, locked on mine. “You knew all along and didn’t tell me?”His words registered, slow and heavy, settling like stones in my stomach. I turned to him, the photo still trembling in my hand.For reasons I couldn’t even name, regret welled inside me. Not regret over what Frederick had done, but over Maxwell. Over the way he was looking at me now, as though I had betrayed him. The betrayal on his face was mo
Maxwell’s POVI’ll admit it, a part of me didn’t regret how I ended up in this holding cell.The metal bench was hard, the smell of bleach sharp in my nose, and the fluorescent light overhead that glared at me with an intensity that made me keep my eyes squeezed shut.But deep inside, I couldn’t muster regret. Frederick had been a piece of shit for too long, and today he got what was coming to him.We’d brawled right there in front of the hospital. Not just a shoving match, fists, rage, blood. Months of pent-up contempt poured out of me in that moment, and judging by the look in his eyes, he knew exactly why.A passerby had called the cops. Of course they had. People love to rubberneck when things get ugly. So here I was, cooling off behind bars like some common thug.The one thing, maybe the only thing, going right for me was that the holding officer hadn’t recognized me. He looked at my ID, typed my name into his system, shrugged, and shoved me in here.If he’d had the faintest idea
Regina’s POVBefore Lindsay could say anything, or even make a sound, I reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her inside.I hugged her before she had the chance to recoil, pressing my face against her shoulder. Her body went stiff, and for a terrifying second I thought she might scream.“Please,” I whispered into her ear, my voice raw with panic. “Don’t say anything. You know I’m not supposed to be here.”Her breath hitched. I held her tighter, clutching her like a lifeline. “Lindsay, please. I’ll explain everything, I swear. But first, you have to help me get out of here. If Frederick knows, if anyone knows, I can’t even imagine what they’ll do. Just help me.”Slowly, carefully, she pulled back. And that’s when I really saw her.Her eyes were rimmed red, as if she hadn’t slept in days, or had been crying. Her hair was in disarray, not its usual glossy curtain, but tangled and frizzy, like she’d been tugging at it.The sight made something ache in me. This was Lindsay, my Lindsay,
Regina’s POVI pressed my body tighter against the wooden wall of the alcove, my knees digging into my ribs, every muscle taut. I had been holding my breath for so long, I wasn’t sure my lungs would work when I needed them to.In the last couple of minutes, after Frederick had dismissed Lindsay, their conversation had seemed to burst into an argument.Their voices had risen until they carried easily even through the panel between us.“You don’t understand, Frederick,” Lindsay snapped, her voice cracking under strain. “She’s not stupid. If Regina finds out about us–about what we’ve been doing–”Frederick’s reply was low and impatient, like he was scolding a child. “She won’t. And even if she does, she doesn’t know the truth.”I clutched my knees tighter, mind racing.They were so worried about me finding out they had been dating behind my back, but I couldn’t really understand why.Did Regina actually think I had feelings for Frederick?Then a thought entered my head. If Frederick was