Alessia’s Point of ViewThe bar was quiet. With dim lights, and the kind of music that wrapped around you instead of pulling you in.I didn’t come to drink. I just came to breathe.The weight of the hospital still clung to my skin. Ethan’s voice still echoed in my bones. And his mother’s eyes… that last, bitter stare… it wouldn’t leave me alone.So I sat at the corner, my coat still on, and my hands wrapped around a warm glass of ginger tea the bartender offered when I said I wasn’t drinking.And then I heard him.A man’s voice behind me.Low. Familiar.He said my name like it wasn’t the first time.“Alessia.”I turned slowly.He was tall, well-dressed and too nice for this kind of place. But it wasn’t the clothes that caught me, it was the voice.That voice.I’d heard it once before.Over the phone. Months ago.The same man who warned me.“Your father isn’t who you think he is.”“Do I know you?” I asked, eyes narrowing.He smiled, but it didn’t make his face bright. “Not properly. Bu
Alessia’s Point of View“Emergency in Room 6!”The entrance is filled with noise nurses rushing up and down. But my legs moved before my mind caught up.I didn’t ask permission.I just followed the noise.And I saw her.Ethan’s mother.Collapsed again, this time in the hospital bed. Machines screaming. Nurses shouting orders. One was performing compressions, another barking something about vitals crashing.My throat was dried up.She looked at me.Not for long but long enough.Long enough for me to see it: the anger still writing on her face. Her body gave up the fight. Her mouth opened, maybe to speak, maybe to curse me one last time.No sound came out.Her eyes rolled back.And the line on the monitor went flat.I didn’t move. Didn’t scream. I just stood there.One second. Two. Three.Then the door burst open.Ethan.His eyes found mine. He didn’t ask a thing.His gaze moved from the flatline to her body… then back to me.“What did you do?” His voice was strong.My mouth opened. “I
Ethan’s Point of ViewThe scream got me confused.It wasn’t Alessia.It was Panicked in a way that made your heart stop even before your brain caught up.The glass in my hand slipped. Hit the floor. Rolled under the couch. I didn’t bother picking it up.I was already moving.When I got to the living room, Teis was standing like he’d forgotten how to speak. His face was unreadable. one hand was still holding his phone, and the other trembling at his side.“What the hell is going on?”He turned slowly. “It’s your mother, sir… there’s been an incident.”I didn’t blink. Just stared.“What kind of incident?”He swallowed. “She collapsed. At the foundation site. Looks like a stroke.”Of course. Of course she picked tonight. Of all nights.Before I could say anything else, Alessia appeared behind me. Quiet steps. Still in nightwear. Hair loose. Eyes wide. “What happened?”I didn’t answer her.“Get the car ready,” I said to Teis.“Right away.” He vanished.Alessia reached out just lightly to
Alessia’s Point of ViewI thought I had prepared myself.Three days.Three long, quiet days between the night I met his parents and the day I stood before a priest, dressed in white, promising myself to a man who never even looked at me with kindness—or saw me as someone he could love.I didn’t see Ethan much during those days.And when I did, he was brief. Cold. Always talking business with his assistant, always walking past me like I was just another piece of furniture in his house.But the silence?It was loud.The morning of the wedding, I staring at the white dress.It was customized. Perfect measurements. Expensive lace. Elegant neckline.No soul.Just like everything else around him.Two stylists arrived just after 8 a.m., brought in by his assistant. They said little. Just smiled and got to work—brushing my hair, applying makeup, zipping up the gown.I didn’t fight it.But inside, I felt like part of me was watching someone else live this life. Like I was standing outside my b
Alessia’s Point of View.I’ll never forget the shock of meeting his parents.Ethan had always been bitter. Rough. Arrogant. Ruthless.But nothing prepared me for the source of it all.His parents weren’t just distant, they were cruel. Elegant in their cruelty. Polished, practiced. Their words didn’t need to be loud to hurt. They were soft and sharp.The way his mother looked at me... Like I didn’t belong in her line of vision. That alone made me know I wasn't welcomed.The father, on the other hand, spoke... Like he was disappointed that Ethan hadn’t picked someone more “financially stable.”It was like a punch to my face. The kind that knocks the air out of your lungs before you even realize you’re bleeding.And Ethan? He just sat there.He let it happen. Every word. Every pause. Every hum of judgment. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak up. Not once.He should have joined them.I walked out of that house with a little dignity. Which I held like a woman taught to survive. But the truth
Ethan’s Point of ViewShe sat quietly in the back seat with her hands folded between her laps, like she was trying to hide something.I didn’t speak.Neither did she.After a while, the car stopped at the mansion gates.She looked out the window like she wasn’t ready.But guess what?I didn’t wait.When the maid opened her door, she hesitated. One foot out. Then the next. Her eyes scanned the whole environment like she expected the ground to open up and swallow her.I walked ahead without looking back.Inside the sitting room, my parents were already waiting.My father is tall, cold, and unreadable. His power wasn’t in what he said. It was what he didn’t have to say.My mother was graceful, calculated. Her smile was always unpredictable.We stepped in.“Ethan,” my father said, checking his watch. “You’re late.”I didn’t respond. I was used to those words coming from him.I walked to my mother and kissed her on the cheek. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes were locked on Alessia like she was