LOGINESMERALDA’S POV I wake up to the sound of Damien’s alarm, but for a few seconds, I don’t move, lying there with my eyes still closed as my body tenses before my mind fully catches up, as if some part of me already remembers everything waiting on the other side of consciousness.Then it comes back all at once...Julian, the confession, the arrest and my eyes slowly open to the ceiling, though I’m not really seeing it, because I’m still in that hotel room, still hearing his voice, still feeling the exact moment everything shifted beyond repair.“Esmeralda.”Damien’s voice pulls me out of it, and when I turn my head slightly, I see that he’s already awake and fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed like he hasn’t slept at all, his posture controlled in a way that tells me he’s being careful with me.“You’re awake,” he says.“Barely,” I murmur, pushing myself up as a dull heaviness settles behind my eyes.He hands me a cup of coffee without asking, and I take it, more for the comfor
JULIAN’S POV The holding cell is cold in a way that seeps into your bones and refuses to leave.Concrete walls. Metal bars. Fluorescent lights that never turn off, humming faintly overhead like a constant reminder that sleep isn’t meant to come easy here.I’ve been sitting here for three hours.I’m still wearing the same suit I had on at the hotel—the one I carefully chose, thinking it would impress Esmeralda. Now it just clings to me, wrinkled and stale, carrying the faint scent of sweat and something far worse.Desperation.The arrest happened fast. Too fast to process, too clean to resist.Federal marshals showed up at the hotel, their presence sharp and final.“Julian Voss, you’re under arrest for wire fraud, tax evasion, securities fraud…”The charges kept coming, stacking one after the other like nails sealing a coffin.I didn’t fight them. Didn’t even think to.What would have been the point?They read me my rights. Slapped the cuffs on. Walked me through the lobby like a spec
DAMIEN'S POVShe wentto bed, while I stay in the living room.Making calls.I called Marcus first."It's done," he says. "Julian's arrested. Evidence is everywhere. We won."Won."How's Esmeralda?" he asks."Processing.""Is she okay?""I don't know. She's..different, a little bit quieter.""That's normal. Revenge has a cost.""I know.""Do you? Because you look like you're questioning this whole thing."Am I?"I'm questioning what it did to her. She came home shaking. Empty. Like she hollowed herself out to destroy him.""She'll be okay. Give her time.""Will she? Or did we just—" I stop. "Did we just turn her into someone she's not?"Marcus is quiet."Damien. She chose this. You didn't force her.""Didn't I? I gave her the tools. The resources. The plan. What if she only went through with it because I made it possible?""Or what if she went through with it because Julian destroyed her and she needed justice?""Justice. Revenge. What's the difference?""About eight years of your lif
ESMERALDA'S POVI'm in the elevator when my phone buzzes.Marcus.Marcus: Articles are live. All three outlets simultaneously. It's everywhere.I check the time.9:47 PM.Perfect timing.I text back: Good. Send me the links.They come through immediately.NEW YORK TIMES:Julian Voss Charged with Fraud, Tax EvasionWALL STREET JOURNAL:Evidence Reveals Systematic Corporate CrimeBLOOMBERG:Billionaire Faces Twenty Years After Offshore Accounts ExposedI click on the Times article.Read the opening paragraph."Federal prosecutors filed criminal charges tonight against Julian Voss, former CEO of Voss Industries, after evidence surfaced revealing systematic fraud, tax evasion, and securities violations. The evidence includes recorded confessions..."Recorded confessions.His words. His voice. His crimes.All on record.All public now.The elevator reaches the lobby.I walk out.The doorman smiles. "Have a good evening, ma'am.""Thank you."I get in the car.Tell the driver: "Home, please."
JULIAN'S POVShe's gone the door closed five minutes ago, and I am still standing here.Staring at nothing.She said I repulsed her,She said my touch makes her skin crawl, She said....she said she doesn't love me anymore.I sit down, The champagne is still on ice. Unopened, the city lights are still beautiful through the window.The suite is still perfect, but none of it matters, because she's gone, and she's not coming back.I thought...I don't know what I thought, that the interview would reach her, that seeing me would remind her of what we had, that love could survive destruction.But it can't.I destroyed her love.Killed it with neglect and betrayal and chose my mother over my wife. And now it's gone.Really gone.Not dormant. Not waiting.Just—gone.I pour myself champagne, drink it straight from the bottle.Pathetic.I'm pathetic.Begging on television.Kissing her without permission.Desperately clinging to a relationship that died eight months ago.My phone rings.I don't
ESMERALDA'S POVThe suite is exactly as I requested.Living room. Bedroom visible through an open door. Floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city lights.Champagne on ice. Dom Pérignon.He remembered."I didn't know if you still liked" Julian gestures to the champagne."I do."He looks nervous. Thinner than I remember. Dark circles under his eyes."You look good," he says."Thank you.""Different. But good.""People change.""I know. I've changed too."Have you? I want to ask.But I don't.Not yet."Should we sit?" I ask."Yes. Of course."We sit on the couch. Too much distance between us. Too formal.He's fidgeting with his hands."I saw your interview," I say.His face lights up. "You did?""The whole world did, Julian. It went viral.""I meant what I said. All of it.""Did you?""Yes. I love you. I've always loved you. And I know I destroyed us but—" He leans forward. "If there's any chance. Any possibility—""Julian. Stop."He stops."I didn't come here to get back together with y
ESMERALDA'S POVEleanor's townhouse smells like rosemary and wine.I stand in the foyer holding a bottle of expensive Bordeaux Damien picked out, trying to calm my racing heart.This is the third family dinner. The third time I'm playing devoted wife for a dying woman.It should be getting easier.
ESMERALDA'S POVThe restaurant where Julian proposed is exactly as I remember it.Intimate tables, soft lighting. The kind of place where wealthy people have quiet conversations that change lives.I arrived ten minutes early, wearing a soft pink dress that Julian always loved. Simple and Understate
ESMERALDA'S POVThe charity auction is exactly the kind of event I used to dread.Excessive wealth on display. Society vultures circling. Everyone watching, judging, calculating your net worth based on your dress and your companion.But tonight, I'm not the anxious wife trying to please Julian's bu
ESMERALDA'S POVDamien's bedroom is exactly what I expected minimalist, expensive, impersonal.Except for the way he's looking at me right now. There's nothing impersonal about that.He sets me down at the edge of the bed, his hands sliding from my waist to cup my face. His thumbs brush across my c







