ログインDiego's POV I ran down the stairs, heart pounding, calling her name into the dark. “Mallory! Mallory, where are you?” The front door was still open, swinging a little in the night air. She had run out after our argument, after Cierra had seen us and left.The guilt from what we had done in the bedroom was still heavy in my chest, but right now all I could think about was finding her.The gunshot I had heard a moment ago made everything worse. Was it for her? Was someone waiting for us?I burst outside, scanning the dark street. “Mallory!” I shouted again, my voice echoing off the buildings. I looked behind cars, in the shadows, calling her name over and over. My head still hurt from the crash, my ribs ached, but I kept moving. The fear was stronger than the pain.I turned quickly, looking in the other direction.A masked man stepped out from the side of the house, gun already raised.“Where is she? Where is Cierra Monroe?” he asked, voice low and calm.I froze for half a second. Th
Cierra's POV The kiss shattered first. Cierra pulled away suddenly, lips still tingling, breath coming in short, uneven bursts.Rain poured down around them in steady sheets, soaking their clothes and turning the pavement into a mirror of gray light.George looked at her, eyes wide with confusion and something deeper.... hurt, longing, the weight of ten lost years all crashing into this single moment. Water streamed down his face, making his light hair cling to his forehead. He didn’t move, he just stared at her as if trying to understand why the woman he had just kissed with all the love he had carried for a decade had suddenly stopped.“Why did you stop?” George asked, his voice low and rough with emotion, barely rising above the sound of the rain.Cierra took a small step back, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break through her ribs.The rain felt colder now, like it was trying to wash away the heat of the kiss and the guilt that came with it.She wrapped her arm
Diego's POV The silence after Cierra left was worse than any scream. The front door had slammed so hard the walls still vibrated with the force of it.I stood frozen in the bedroom, towel barely hanging on my hips, heart hammering like it wanted to break out of my chest.Mallory sat on the edge of the bed, sheet clutched tight around her body, face buried in her hands. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs.I couldn’t breathe properly. The image of Cierra’s face kept replaying in my mind...the shock, the pain, the pure betrayal in her eyes.She had seen everything. She had seen me inside her best friend. She had seen the one person she trusted most in the world betraying her in our own bed.I finally found my voice, hoarse and broken. “Mallory… we have to go after her.”Mallory lifted her head. Her eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked at me like I was a stranger.“Go after her?” she said, voice cracking. “Diego, she saw us! She saw everything! How are
Cierra's POV The car window rolled down slowly, and the world narrowed to a single point.Raindrops slid down the glass like tears, but nothing could hide the face behind it. I stood frozen on the wet sidewalk, soaked and shaking, my scream dying in my throat the moment our eyes met.It was George.He stared back at me, confusion flickering across his face first, then a slow frown. He didn’t recognize me right away.I was too broken, too bloody, too changed from the girl he once knew. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to place the familiar face in front of him.“Lady, what the hell were you thinking?” he said, voice low and stern. “You almost got yourself killed. You looked familiar back at the fuel station, but this is insane. Are you okay? Do you need help?”His words were scolding, protective in that old way I remembered, but there was no spark of recognition yet.The rain poured harder, soaking us both. My chest tightened. Tears rushed to my eyes, hot and sudden, mixing wit
Cierra's POV I stood outside the apartment door like a ghost who had already died inside.My hand shook as I turned the key. The lock clicked open with a soft sound that felt too loud in the quiet hallway. I pushed the door just enough to slip inside without making noise. The place smelled the same... faint coffee, Greg’s crayons, and the laundry detergent I used to buy every month. It used to feel like home. Now it felt like a grave I had dug for myself.I walked down the short hallway, bare feet silent on the floor. The bedroom door was cracked open, warm light spilling out like blood from a wound. I shouldn’t have come. I should have kept running.But after the blood, after the gunshot, after watching Dominic fall with my name still on his lips, something broken inside me had dragged me back here. I needed to see Diego. I needed to see my son. I needed to remember who I was before the darkness swallowed me. Instead, I saw everything I had destroyed.Diego was on the bed, nake
“Take off your clothes.” Diego whispered to her. The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of rain tapping against the windows.Diego stood in the bathroom doorway, water still dripping from his hair and running down his bare chest in slow, glistening trails. The towel hung low on his hips, barely holding on. Mallory still held the two steaming mugs of tea in her hands as it fell off immediately.Diego looked at her, the air between them suddenly thick and heavy with everything they had never dared to say.Mallory whispered, her voice shaky, “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do such.”Diego stepped closer, his voice soft but rough around the edges, “It’s okay. Leave it.”He took the second mug from her trembling fingers and set it on the dresser. Their hands brushed, and that small touch sent a spark through both of them. Neither pulled away.Mallory breathed out, her eyes dropping to his chest, “We shouldn’t… Cierra is your wife. She’s
Cierra's POVThe doctor did not speak immediately.He stood across from me, his fingers gripping the file so tightly that his knuckles turned pale. His eyes drifted away from mine, fixing on the wall behind me like it was safer than facing whatever was breaking inside my chest. The silence stretch
Cierra's POV Dominic’s hands were firm on my shoulders, gripping me so tightly that I could feel the strength of him pressing against my ribs, almost like he was trying to squeeze the words out of me before I even spoke. His face was storm-dark, eyes flashing with a mix of fury, disbelief, and… s
Cierra's POV My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.It started slowly, just a tremor in my fingers, but by the time the call ended, it had spread through my entire body like a fever. The phone buzzed once, the line going dead, and then… silence. Thick. Heavy. Deafening.I stared at the screen, my breath
Chaos erupted the moment Cierra hit the floor.For a split second, no one moved, shock froze the room, disbelief rooting everyone to the spot. Then Samantha screamed.“CIERRA!”Her voice cracked through the workroom like shattered glass. She rushed forward, dropping to her knees beside the pool







