ログインThe next morning arrives with a quiet determination that settles deep in my bones as I step into the Wolfe Enterprises building. The city traffic hums outside the glass lobby, the familiar scent of fresh coffee and polished marble greeting me like an old, complicated friend. My new teal scarf from Norway is draped around my neck, a small, private talisman against the tabloid storm that still lingers in the back of my mind. I ignore the curious glances from a few colleagues in the elevator, my chin lifted, shoulders squared. Yesterday’s conversation with Claire, the fragile peace from the trip, and Dante’s quiet handling of the media mess give me just enough strength to walk through the doors on my own terms. I am not the woman the headlines tried to paint. I am the one who secured the pitch. The research floor is buzzing when I arrive, the open-plan space alive with the click of keyboards and the low murmur of morning conversations. Professor Harrison spots me first, his wire-ri
“I didn’t fuck your uncle, Ethan,” I say, my voice steady but edged with the exhaustion and frustration I have carried for months. “Like I said Ethan…..weather yu want to believe me or not, that’s on you. I got drunk celebrating a deal I helped secure with my own research. Dante helped me to the car and to my room because I could barely stand. That’s it. The photos were twisted by people who love a scandal. And even if they weren’t, after everything you’ve done…..bringing Sophia into our bed, parading her pregnant belly in front of your family while they laughed at my inability to conceive, calling me a whore in the car for daring to walk away…..you don’t get to stand here and demand loyalty like I owe you anything. You broke this marriage long before those pictures existed.”He opens his mouth to argue, his face flushed with rage, but I don’t wait. I turn and head up the stairs, my boots soft on the marble steps, the suitcase wheels rumbling behind me as I drag it along. His voice
The plane touches down with a gentle jolt on familiar soil, the hum of the engines winding down as we taxi toward the terminal. The flight back has been long and quiet, the clouds giving way to the sprawling cityscape of home. I gather my bags, the new teal scarf from Norway wrapped around my neck like a small piece of the fjords I am carrying with me. Dante walks beside me through the arrivals hall, his presence steady and professional, though the memory of our conversation in the stuck elevator lingers between us like an unspoken understanding. He’s driver is waiting outside, a sleek black car idling at the curb, the engine purring softly in the evening air. Dante turns to me as the driver loads my suitcase into the trunk. “My driver will drop you off at the house,” he says, his voice low and firm, leaving little room for argument. “It’s late. You shouldn’t have to arrange anything after the trip.”I nod, gratitude warming my chest despite the complicated tangle of emotions I
The morning light filters through the curtains of my lodge room, soft and pale after the storm’s cleansing rain. I wake slowly, the fjord outside my window calm and glittering under a clearing sky, the mountains standing sharp and majestic against the blue. My body feels rested but my mind is already turning over the events of last night….the raw conversation in the stuck elevator. The weight feels lighter this morning, not gone, but shared. Still, I make a quiet decision as I sit up in bed, the sheets cool against my skin. I am not going to the finalizing and paper signing today. It is not like I am truly needed there anyway. The deal is secured because of the research and presentation I delivered. The business side….Dante’s domain….can handle the formalities without me. Today is for closing this chapter of the trip on my own terms, preparing for the flight home at 1pm. I move through the room with deliberate calm, the wooden floors cool under my bare feet. Packing is methodi
The elevator is still stuck, the dim emergency light casting a reddish glow over the small space as the storm continues to rage outside. Rain lashes the shaft above us, thunder rumbling like distant artillery, vibrating through the metal walls and floor. I am leaning against the cool panel, my arms wrapped around myself, the raw words I just spilled about the party, Sophia, my infertility pain, and Ethan’s cruel accusations still hanging heavy in the air between us. Dante stands steady across from me, his presence filling the confined box without overwhelming it, his blue eyes locked on mine with that calm, protective intensity that always seems to see straight through my defenses.He is quiet for a long moment after I finish speaking, the lightning flashing briefly to illuminate the strong lines of his face….the slight furrow in his brow, the set of his jaw. When he speaks, his voice is low and steady, cutting through the howl of the wind. “I took care of the tabloids,” he says
We sit near the fire, the heat gradually drying my sweater and warming my chilled skin. The silence between us is not uncomfortable, but it is thick with everything unsaid…..the tabloids, last night, the pull I can’t seem to ignore. I realize I am hungry, my stomach growling softly after the long day and the emotional drain of the photos. “I think I need to get something from the restaurant before it closes or the storm shuts everything down,” I say, standing up.Dante rises too. “I’ll walk with you.” We head toward the elevator, the emergency lights casting long shadows down the hallway. The storm rages louder outside, wind howling around the building as we step into the elevator, the doors closing with a soft ding that feels too normal for the chaos outside. The car starts its descent, but halfway down, the power flickers again and everything stops. The lights go out completely, plunging us into pitch blackness for a heartbeat before a weak emergency bulb kicks in, bathing t
I scrub my skin until it burns. Still, I can’t get rid of the feeling of Ethan’s betrayal crawling all over me. The bathroom is silent except for the sound of running water and my uneven breathing. Steam fogs the mirrors while my hands shake violently beneath the stream. I squeeze my eyes shut ha
“I’m not coming back.” “Yes, you are.” The certainty in his tone chills me, like he genuinely believes I belong to him no matter what he does. “I’m filing for divorce.” His breathing changes slightly. Then colder this time, “Don’t do something stupid because you’re emotional Amelia. I close m
Pain flashes across his face for the first time tonight. Good. I toss it onto the bed beside the other woman. “Happy anniversary.” Then I turn toward the door. “Amelia, wait.” He catches my wrist in the hallway. The second he touches me, disgust crawls violently across my skin and I yank fre
The Walker family banquet is exactly the kind of event I suddenly hate now. Expensive, elegant and Fake. Crystal chandeliers glow warmly above the massive ballroom while wealthy guests dressed in designer clothes laugh and socialize like their lives are perfect. I stand beside Ethan near the







