Masuk’[Elara]I’ve already fallen asleep when my phone starts ringing, too loudly to ignore.I rub my eyes and check the caller ID, frowning when I don’t recognize the number.“Who could this be at this hour?” I murmur as I answer and bring the phone to my ear.“Hey, Elara? Is that you?” a male voice says. I blink a few times and check the time again.“Yes? How may I help you?”“Oh, no need to be so formal. I’m Harry—Harry York. Damon’s friend. He came here tonight and ended up drinking too much. I would’ve dropped him home myself, but I have an urgent flight I can’t miss. Could you do him—and me—a favor and pick him up? He didn’t bring a driver.”Of course, he didn’t. I roll my eyes.“Call Hannah. She’ll be able to pick him up. I can’t leave Cora alone.” She needs me more than a grown man who can’t even decide how much he should drink to stay steady on his feet.“I did,” he says before I can hang up. “But she’s not answering. I think she’s already hit the hay.”Of course she did. Just my
[Damon]The door shuts loudly behind me.Did she just… kick me out?The audacity!? I groan, running a hand through my hair.“Fuck!” What the hell am I doing? What the hell is even wrong with me?Did I really just barge inside and question her about having an affair?I feel so stupid now that I’ve calmed down. If there’s one person in this whole world who would never betray me, it’s Elara. She’s the one person whose whole world literally revolves around me. Even when I was at my worst, she took it all with a smile.She never questioned me, never made things difficult for me, never gave me a reason to doubt her devotion to me and our marriage.Then why? Why did I think she would be cheating on me? Why did I simply assume the worst and accuse her without a single piece of evidence? Sure, there was that picture Hannah showed me. But a picture is barely proof. Why the hell did I get so worked up over it?Why did I—I close my eyes, breathing out slowly.Perhaps I’ve been too busy lately, o
[Hannah]The anger on Damon’s face is worth watching.He looks like he’s barely holding himself back from punching someone.How I wish that face were Elara’s.Too bad—Damon would never hit her, even if she were the shittiest person in the world. He might have slapped her once, but that’s the most he’s capable of. How boring.With his fingers clenched tightly into a fist, he whirls around, gets into the car, and drives away almost madly.I simply watch him, ready to enjoy the show that’s about to unfold.If there’s one thing Damon hates more than anything, it’s being betrayed and cheated on. That was the very reason I had to leave him on the day of our wedding. If not for me getting pregnant by Rick before Damon and I were married, I would have happily enjoyed the perks of the Blackwood fortune. Too bad I had to leave. Otherwise, Damon would have found out the truth and made both my life and Rick’s a living hell.If there’s anyone who knows how to hold a grudge, it’s him.Anyway, I sav
[Damon]“How could this be?” I glare at the screen, scrolling through the reviews of the technicians who have been handling the new batch of equipment we ordered last month. “So many flaws. This has never happened before. What the hell is going on?”Jordan swallows, nervously flipping through his own file. “Give me a day, sir. I’ll get to the bottom of this.”“You better.”He leaves. I sigh, the breath heavy in my chest. “Ridiculous. Ever since we switched our manufacturers at the word of Hannah’s father, problems like these have been coming from every direction. But didn’t he say the company was promising? No.” I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. “Something else must be the problem. The Graham family would never do something to harm my business. They respect us too much.”I shut the laptop and head back home.In the bedroom, I hear someone humming in the shower.I pause, suddenly remembering the promise I made to Elara last night.Shit. How the hell did I forget? I was s
[Elara]I’m helping Cora get into the cab when I feel someone’s presence behind us.I look over my shoulder and find Dr. Wolfe staring at me.I smile, slightly confused by the serious look on his face. “You look glum. Is everything okay?”He blinks. “You’re leaving.”I raise a brow, not sure what he means by that. “Yes. Dr. Wilson said I can take Cora home, though we’ll be coming back for a few more tests next week. Why? Is there a problem?” He’s Cora’s primary doctor, after all. His thoughts on her condition matter the most.“Of course not. I was just wondering if they told you how to take care of her post-surgery. You cannot let anything like what happened last time happen again.”His words hit like a slap—not because I’m offended, but because they remind me how Cora ended up needing another surgery this time.He’s right. I cannot let anything like the last time happen again. And that means I cannot, at any cost, have her around Danny or people like him.I nod to myself. Beach house
[Elara]At the hospital, Dr. Wilson comes by to check on Cora.“She’s looking much better today,” he says. “We’ll keep her under observation for one more night, and if everything continues to look good, she should be discharged in the morning.”Once he leaves, Cora grins. “Yay! I can finally go home. Gwen will be so happy to hear that. She was telling me that once I get discharged, she’ll take me to meet her friends. She said they’re all really cool.”I smile, happy to see her this excited. She has been trapped in this for too long, and now that she’s finally getting out, I understand how happy that makes her.“Looks like you and Gwen have everything figured out.” I ruffle her hair and pour her a glass of water. “Time for your medicine. And no, you cannot skip any of it.”She pouts dramatically but still accepts the glass from me. “That’s so unfair. Dr. Wilson said I’m getting better.”“You are,” I say gently, handing her the pills. “And this is part of why.”She sighs, then swallows







