LOGINThe smell hit her before anything else — that distinct mix of antiseptic and clean linen that could only mean one thing. She turned her head.Damien was sitting beside the bed, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, still in the clothes she had last seen him in. He looked like he hadn’t moved in hours.The moment he saw her eyes open, he exhaled — sharp and long, like he had been holding it in.“Thank God.” He reached for her hand immediately. “I thought I had lost you, baby.”She blinked at the ceiling. “Where am I?”“Hospital.” He squeezed her hand. “You fainted this morning.”She looked at him. Then around the room again.It had started in the kitchen.She had come down that morning while Damien was still upstairs, having taken the day off. She had been standing at the counter, reaching for a glass, nothing unusual, until the room tilted.She didn’t remember hitting the floor.Rosie had found her and had stood there for barely two seconds before she turned and ran.“Sir.” She had pu
She sat in silence on the drive back.Damien had said everything he needed to say in front of that building, and she had listened, nodded, and said the right things. But her mind had been somewhere else entirely.It was still there now.She looked out the window and let herself ask the question she had been running from.Had she made the right decision?She sat with it quietly, turning it over in her mind.Damien was kind when he chose to be. Generous in ways that caught her off guard, a whole building with her name on it said something, regardless of what either of them could afford. He was attentive. And then there was his temper. It was the only thing getting in the way.She pressed her lips together.All her life, no one had tried to make things happen for her. Not really. Her father had provided but never championed. Margaret had taken. Lucas had also taken.Susan had been the exception—the one person who had consistently shown up. She thought about what leaving would look li
Miriam was quiet for a moment. Then she picked up the phone and looked at the message again. “He says he won’t be coming home tonight.” Emily said nothing for a second. “You don’t have to be sad about that, Miriam.” “I’m not sad.” She set the phone down. “I just don’t know what’s going on in my marriage anymore.” She exhaled slowly. “I feel like I made the wrong choice.” “Don’t beat yourself up right now.” Emily’s voice was gentle. “I think you’re just overthinking it.” Miriam didn’t respond. Emily moved closer and drew her in. Miriam leaned into her without resistance, her head finding Emily’s shoulder. They sat like that for a moment, the room quiet around them. “You know what,” she said. “I’m spending the night.” Miriam looked up at her. “You don’t have to be alone tonight.” She said, trying to cheer her up. Miriam pulled the face. Emily pointed immediately. “Don’t make that face.” Miriam kept it going anyway. “I hate that face,” Emily said, already smiling. “You
Miriam sat on the floor for a while before reaching for her phone. She found Emily's name and pressed the call button. It rang twice before Emily answered."Hey, what's up?""Can you come over?"There was a pause. "Are you okay?""Just come please."Emily arrived in twenty minutes. Rosie met her at the door and led her upstairs without asking any questions.She knocked once and pushed the door open. Miriam was sitting at the edge of the bed, still wearing her robe, with her phone resting on her lap. Emily stepped inside and stopped, her eyes immediately drawn to Miriam's neck. “Miriam,” she said as she crossed the room. “What happened to your neck?” Miriam looked up at her. “Did Damien do that to you?”She didn’t respond, and that was enough.. Emily sat beside her. “You told me he was treating you well,” she said, her voice careful and measured. “So what’s all of this?” “I haven’t been completely honest with you,” she admitted. Emily studied her for a long moment before slowly n
She lay awake long after he fell asleep.The room was quiet. His breathing was even beside her, completely undisturbed.Ashley.She repeated the name in her mind, trying to figure out who she is, but she couldn't. She stared at the ceiling.She wasn’t naive about the kind of man she had married. She had known from the beginning that Damien Rhodes was not simple. But this was different. This sat somewhere specific in her chest and wouldn’t move.I have given you everything, she thought. You have had all of me.She turned onto her side, away from him.She could handle a lot of things. She had proven that. But cheating isn't something she could let slide. She didn’t know if she had the capacity to look past it the way she had looked past everything else.She closed her eyes and dozed off.His movement through the room pulled her out of the thin sleep she had finally found.She sat up slowly.He was already dressed, with his tie half done, moving around the room as part of his usual morn
She was on her second glass of wine when she heard his car pull into the driveway. She had been sitting at the head of the bed for the past twenty minutes, legs crossed and a wine glass in hand. Damien had texted her during her drive home, "Stepping out for a bit. Back in thirty minutes." After reading the message, she set her phone down and drove the rest of the way with a thought forming quietly in the back of her mind. By the time she pulled into the gate, she already knew what she wanted to do. She headed straight to the wine bar, picked a bottle with a good bite, and went upstairs. She took a shower, found the lingerie she had bought over a year ago from a store in town but had never worn, and poured herself a glass of wine. For once, she hadn’t overthought things. Now, sitting there on her second glass, she listened to the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. The door opened, and Damien stepped inside. He saw her and stopped, words caught in his throat. Whatever he had in
“Welcome sir.”The gatekeeper’s voice reached him before he even stepped out of the car. Damien parked, nodded once, and walked inside.It had been a long day. Long day of working through the files that had piled up during the honeymoon. Long day of checking his phone and hoping that Miriam respond
The door had barely closed behind them.“You embarrassed me tonight,” Damien said.Miriam turned around. “I embarrassed you? You dragged me out of a gala because a man said hello to me.”“He wasn’t just saying hello.”“He introduced himself. That’s it.” She dropped her clutch on the side table. “Yo
She came down the stairs and found him in the sitting room.He was already dressed. All black, custom-fitted suit, shirt open at the collar. No tie. He looked sexy and expensive in it.He looked up when he heard her on the stairs.He stopped.Just stood there, eyes on her, not saying a word as she
Sunday morning crept in quietly.Miriam came downstairs to find the house already alive in a way it hadn’t been all week—the smell of something warm drifting from the kitchen, the soft sounds of movement.Damien had sent his staff away the day before the wedding. Gave them all a few days off and to







