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
The drive back home was calm and peaceful.Miriam kept both hands on the wheel and let the quiet sit with her. Something felt different. Lighter. The few hours with Emily had put something back in its right place.She hadn’t realised how much she had missed her until she was pulling out of that par
“I’m home!” Emily’s voice was bright and excited. “Well, I’m at my parents’ place. Can you come over? Mom and Dad are dying to see you.”Miriam was already getting up before she finished the sentence.“I’ll be right there in an hour “.She hung up and was on her feet before she’d even fully process
Miriam woke up sore.She didn’t move right away. Just lay there, staring at nothing, her body telling on her in ways she wasn’t ready to deal with.Damien was already awake.Of course he was.He looked at her for a moment, then something crossed his face.“Why didn’t you tell me you hadn’t done thi
“Welcome home,” Damien said as the penthouse doors slid open.Miriam stepped inside slowly, taking in the massive glass windows and the city lights stretching endlessly below.“Funny,” Damien continued, loosening his tie as the doors shut behind them. “You were very busy when I asked you out.”Miri







