Amanda Courtney had loved Riley Griffin for eleven years. She’d been Mrs. Griffin for three. But Riley Griffin had ignored all her efforts, always treating her with indifference, staying out late, and never introducing her to his friends—people knew he was married, but no one even knew who his bride was. Amanda had thought that was just how he was, until Faye Aiken returned. Only then did she realize how Riley acted around someone he truly cared about. Heartbroken, Amanda decided to divorce him and live for herself from then on. It wasn’t until Amanda left that Riley realized what a failure of a husband he’d been. He pleaded with Amanda for a second chance, gripping her hand tightly. “I’ll wait for you as long as it takes.” “Oh, but I won’t be waiting for you anymore,” Amanda couldn’t care less. The roles were reversed, but would Amanda, who had long since lost faith in Riley, have a change of heart?
Lihat lebih banyakIn the soft, flickering light of the candle, Amanda finds it hard to read Riley’s expression.
He must have been smiling, just like me. She's a firm believer in that. After all, it’s our third wedding anniversary. Even though he still has a lot of work to do, he makes time to come home and have a candlelit dinner with me. Amanda closes her eyes, letting herself believe the lie for a moment.
“I wish we could be together forever,” Amanda says with a happy smile. Her eyes come alive, twinkling like lakes in sunlight. Riley freezes for a while. It seems like there is an ethereal halo around her, he thinks.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierces through her abdomen, so intense it nearly knocks the wind out of her. Amanda’s face pales instantly, but she bites back the pain, not wanting to ruin the rare moment of warmth between them.
But just as she gathers herself, a shrill ringtone shatters the peaceful atmosphere. The name flashing on Riley’s phone screen makes Amanda’s heart skip a beat. Before she stops him, Riley eagerly picks up the phone.
“Riley, my head hurts so much… I feel like my chest is being squeezed, I… I can’t catch my breath… Please, come… hurry…”
The woman’s weak voice comes through the phone, but before she finishes, the line goes dead, as though she’s passed out.
Riley looks like he’s in a bad mood for a second. Annoyance flickers across his face. Still, he stands up, grabbing his clothes with an intensity Amanda cannot decipher.
“Faye’s sick again. I need to take a look at her.”
Faye Aiken is a girl who has grown up with Riley Griffin. She's been with him a long time, someone with whom he shares an unbreakable bond. Three years ago, she had gone to Switzerland for treatment. Last month, she returned. And only in one month, She had fallen ill nine or ten times already. Whenever she was sick or in need, he would certainly set aside anything to be with her.
The Aiken family, second only to the powerful Griffin household in wealth, had spared no expense in getting Faye the best doctors. How could she still be sick after three years of treatment? What could be so urgent that it absolutely has to be him? It was obvious to Amanda—Faye’s constant hospital visits and importunate requests were nothing more than a ploy to keep Riley’s attention and draw him closer to her.
If even Amanda could see through this, how could Riley be so blind? Yet, step by step, he falls into the trap. The truth is clear—in Riley’s view, Faye Aiken's status is much heavier than Amanda, his wife.
Her heart aches at the thought. But then, from somewhere deep within, Amanda finds the courage to speak up, her hand clutching tightly at Riley’s arm.
“She’s able to call you, so that she’s not in critical condition. She’s been resting at home since she got back, surrounded by people who can care for her. She doesn’t need you there. You’re not a doctor.”
Amanda’s voice softened, her plea barely audible. “Riley, just this once, could you stay? Can you spend tonight with me?”
Riley closes his eyes for a moment, his voice cold when he speaks. “There's a life at stake, Amanda. You should put yourself in other people’s shoes .”
“But…” Apparently, Riley doesn’t want to listen to her, he quickly cuts her off, already heading toward the door.
She watches from the villa window as his car disappears into the night.
He doesn't even look back, Amanda thinks.A few months ago, Riley had gone to another country, negotiating a major acquisition deal. As his chief secretary, Amanda had stayed behind, managing the company’s day-to-day affairs with the board members. In truth, it had been over three months since they had last seen each other.
When the deal was finalized, Riley had been in an unusually good mood, which led him to accept Amanda’s invitation to celebrate their anniversary at the villa. It was a rare occasion, as their previous anniversaries had always been swallowed by work commitments.
But now, reflecting on it, Amanda found the situation painfully ironic. Riley had been here in person, but had his heart ever truly been with her? When Amanda spoke of her hopes for their future, was Riley thinking the same thing, or was his mind already consumed with thoughts of the “delicate” Faye Aiken?
Riley leans back, hands on his knees, breathing shallow. His mouth opens. Then closes. He doesn’t know what to say. When it comes down to it, this is his fault. Shawn’s right, Amanda couldn’t have hidden it from him even if she tried. No—he was the one who refused to listen. And now, he has no defense left. He doesn’t press Shawn about how he knows—most likely, Lily has already told him long ago.Rex finally speaks. “Damn. You really didn’t know?”Riley shakes his head. Slowly. “No. I didn’t.” He feels stupid. Worse than stupid.Amanda started a business. A brand. Built something from scratch. And he missed all of it. Not because she hid it—but because he didn’t bother to look. He thought he was watching her slip away. But maybe he’d just stopped paying attention a long time ago.He clears his throat. “Do
Riley turns his glass slowly in his hand. And yeah. Maybe that’s why Rex liked Amanda too. That quiet way she carried herself. The calm. The ease. She didn’t need the room to love her. She didn’t chase approval. She had it all built in—like her kindness and confidence grew naturally, without being forced. A good home. Loving parents. The kind of emotional foundation none of them had.Amanda never had to pretend. But they did. Riley and Rex both.They wore their calm like a mask. Showed up in boardrooms with sharp eyes and clean suits. But underneath—just noise. People like them are always drawn to someone like Amanda. Because she is a icon who can empower others, especially people like Riley and Rex.Riley lifts his glass again but doesn’t drink this time. “No kidding. You really sticking around?” he asks.Rex raises both hands. “Is this my annual
The wine swirls lazily in his glass. Riley stares at it but doesn’t drink. He sits in the living room of the old estate, the one his mother left him, with its tall ceilings and pale stone floors. The fire crackles, but not loud enough to fill the silence between words.Rex stretches out on the couch, legs crossed, socked feet half-hanging off the edge. He’s holding a beer he hasn’t sipped in a while. Shawn is near the window, arms folded, looking out at the bare garden beyond the glass. Riley shifts in his chair, leaning his elbow on the armrest, fingers rubbing his temple slowly.It’s strange how often they meet now. Since Amanda left—really left—and there’s no more pretending the marriage can be saved, the three of them somehow see each other more.Before, everyone was too busy.Shawn was abroad, neck-deep in some startup deal or digital banking merger or w
Amanda lies on the rug, her back flat against the floor, legs bent, one foot resting lazily over the other. The late afternoon sun filters in through the sheer curtains, laying soft stripes of gold across her face, her arms, the open laptop by her side. Her phone is face-down near her head, and a sketchpad is somewhere beneath her left hip.The cats are curled up by the window—Juniper snoring, Pudding twitching in a dream. The scent in the air today is warm vanilla and fig. One of her new blends. Grace said it smells like summer in the countryside. Amanda liked that.She lifts her hand, letting it hover in the sunlight, then slowly drops it back on her stomach. Something shifts in her chest. Restless. She pulls the laptop onto her stomach and types something into the search bar.“Italy painting residency.”Then deletes it.Types: “Italy work visa for artis
The idea sends a jolt through him. He straightens abruptly, the chair rolling back with a screech. Before logic can intervene, he fires off a message to his assistant:“Monitor Amanda’s apartment. If it goes on the market, buy it immediately. No questions. No delays.”Riley stares at the sent text, thumb hovering over the screen. The weight of the request settles over him—equal parts possessive and pathetic. But the alternative—letting some stranger walk through HER rooms, touch HER walls—is unthinkable. If she is gone, he’ll at least keep the ghost of her close.---Grace kicks off her heels by the front door and drops her keys into the ceramic bowl on the shelf. The familiar clink echoes in the quiet hallway, but tonight it feels warmer than usual. The scent hits her first. Cedarwood. A soft, smoky note wrapped in something light&mda
Riley exhales, slow and heavy. The kind of breath that makes his chest feel hollow. His fingers tap against the folder, slow and steady, like a clock ticking down.Even though the others are capable, he always feels something is off. It’s the little things. Yesterday, someone scheduled a lunch meeting at the sushi place downtown. Amanda knew he only went there with clients he disliked. It was his way of keeping those meetings short. He ended up sitting across from a board member he actually respected, eating half-stale salmon, trying not to look pissed.It’s stupid. Small stuff. But it piles up. Now, everything feels out of place. His day-to-day rhythm is off. Meetings go longer. Emails pile up. He forgets things he never used to.He used to think it was just stress. Or maybe grief. But now he knows. Amanda’s leaving didn’t just take her away—it took a part of him with her.He rubs a hand over his face. His palm feels rough against his skin. Like he’s been tired for weeks, maybe month
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