ログイン(Isha)“Why did you have to invite Amara?”Stella’s voice cuts in beside me.I turn to her slowly, a smile already forming on my lips.“Because I’m bored,” I say lightly. “And I need someone to play with.”She frowns. “Play?”My smile deepens.“You’ll see.”Moments later, we pass through the restaurant’s foyer. The one Stella had me book for tonight. Everything is polished, perfect, exactly the kind of place meant for tonight.We are led to our table.I pause.“A table for four?” I ask, my voice laced with mild surprise, like I am only just noticing.The staff hesitates, about to speak.I don’t let her.“I thought I requested for it to be changed to a table for six.” My tone hardens instantly. “How could you people not do your job properly?”She stiffens. “I’m sorry, ma’am. We didn’t receive the message on time.”“Then fix it,” I reply sharply. “Get us a table for six.”“I’m sorry, ma’am… we won’t be able to.”My eyes narrow. “Why? Isn’t that what I requested?”She lowers her gaze. “T
(Amara)The air feels tight around me, like it’s pressing into my lungs.I barely notice the figures approaching. My heart is too loud, too fast.Rayner has seen us.Finally.A truth I have been carefully hiding for weeks now, exposed in the worst way possible.Maya’s fingers curl around mine, trembling slightly, but I don’t let it shake me. I tighten my grip instead and lift my chin, locking eyes with him.If he knows… then let him know fully.Let him see that nothing changes.I expect something. A question. A reaction.But he says nothing.His gaze moves between Maya and me, slow, measured. Almost like he is trying to piece things together.Or… maybe he hasn’t.A flicker of hope stirs in me.Maybe he doesn’t recognize her. He only saw her once at the mall. It was brief.A small, dangerous excitement creeps in.But just as quickly, it dies.Because this is Rayner.He’s one to notice everything and hardly forgets things.I know that better than anyone because I’ve been working for him
(Rayner)My grip tightens around the steering wheel as I drive, my mind replaying the moment at the office over and over again.The glass falling.Shattering.Right at her feet.The way her face twisted in pain.I saw it. I saw the exact second Stella loosened her grip on that glass. It wasn’t an accident. She did it on purpose.And I said nothing.My jaw tightens.Now I’m here, driving away, heading to dinner like everything is normal… while Amara is still there. Hurt.The thought sits wrong.Unsettling.How bad did it even get?I exhale sharply, dragging my fingers across my lips, my grip tightening even more on the wheel.Stella and Isha are talking, their voices filling the car, but I don’t hear a word they say. My mind feels… off. Heavy.Wrong. Like something isn’t sitting right.Why am I even bothered?I shouldn’t be this bothered.She said she could handle it. Didn’t she?And yet—Before I even realize what I’m doing, I turn the wheel sharply.The tires screech.“What’s it
(Isha)My eyes stay locked on my phone.Refresh. Nothing.Again and still nothing.My chest tightens a little more each time the screen loads empty, like I’m waiting for something that should have come by now.“What are you checking so tensely like this?”Stella’s voice cuts through my thoughts.I jerk slightly, quickly pulling my phone behind me, forcing a small smile onto my lips.“Is there anything you want me to help you with?” I ask, changing the topic before she can look too closely.“Yes,” she says, dropping onto the bed beside me. Her face lights up instantly. “Let’s go for dinner.”“Sounds good,” I reply.“But with Rayner.”My smile fades before I can stop it.“Rayner?” I repeat. “I thought you both went out yesterday.”“Yeah,” she pouts. “But I miss him already. And besides…” She flicks her hand dismissively. “It was interrupted by some trash, so we didn’t even enjoy it properly.”“Some trash?” I echo, confused.She waves it off like it’s nothing. “Never mind.”Then she turns
(Rayner)My fingers twitch at my side as she walks out.Her words echo in my head.He’s my husband after all.Pretend you know nothing about this.A scoff slips out.Then a laugh.Another one follows, low and humorless, before it breaks into a groan as I turn and slam my hands against the desk.I inhale slowly. Once. Twice.Then I straighten and look back at the door she just walked through.I can’t believe this.And here I was… worried for nothing.I drag a hand through my hair, pacing once before stopping.I thought she would be hurt.I thought hearing about his affair would be enough for her to finally walk away from him.Hell… I was ready.Ready to help her through the divorce. Ready to make sure that man stayed far away from her for good.But no.A bitter breath leaves me.Once again, I’m the one who looks like a fool.It’s like people would rather stay in something broken than face the truth.My jaw tightens.And then, before I can stop it, the past drags me back.Years ago.Her
(Amara)I watch as Rayner walks away with Stella wrapped around his arm, and something inside me tightens slowly, painfully.His words replay in my head.The apology.The way he made me say it.But somehow, that isn’t even what hurts the most.It’s her.The way she clings to him like he is her lifeline. The way her eyes glow with quiet victory. That look alone tells me everything I need to know.My words meant nothing.Being his “precious PA” meant nothing.A dry laugh almost leaves me, but I swallow it down. For a second, I nearly lift my hand to my face, tempted to snap myself out of these thoughts, out of this moment that refuses to let me breathe.I was foolish.I thought I mattered.I thought maybe he liked having me around as his PA. That was why he never let me go all this time.But of course I was wrong. I let the fact that he never let me quit make me think I mattered.What was I expecting? That even for a second he was going to support me over his girlfriend?Because I thoug







