Mag-log inI stood up and walked out of her office without saying another word because for the first time in my life I did not have a response ready. My heels clicked down the hospital corridor and every step felt heavier than the last because the ground underneath me had just shifted in a direction I was not prepared for.Jia was not trying to survive anymore. She was fighting back. And that changed everything.I did not go to Liam immediately. I drove around the city for an hour letting my thoughts settle and my anger cool down enough for me to think clearly.By the time I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel where Liam and I always met, I had made a decision. I needed stronger evidence before I made my next move.The photograph and the video were powerful, but Jia had just proven that she had weapons of her own. If I fired first without enough ammunition, she would fire back and I might not survive the return shot.Liam was already in the hotel room when I arrived. He was pacing near the
"It is the most honest thing anyone in that house has said in months." Her eyes were steady and I realized with a jolt that the woman sitting in front of me was not the same woman I had locked in a storage closet at the promotion ceremony. This Jia was harder and calmer and she was looking at me like I was something she had already figured out how to handle. "What do you really want, Mia?""I want you to stop pretending." I dropped the smile because it was not working and there was no point in wasting energy on a performance she could see through. "I know there is something between you and Marcus. I have known for weeks. And if you think you can keep hiding it behind hospital visits and late night drives to the east side of the city, you are not as smart as everyone thinks you are.""Even if you have suspicions, that does not give you the right to threaten me." Jia's voice did not waver by even a fraction. "Suspicion is not proof, Mia.""I have more than suspicion." I leaned forward i
Mia's POVSomething was wrong with Jake and I could feel it in the way he looked at me now.It was not the usual disinterested glance of a husband who had stopped caring about his wife years ago.It was something new. Something sharper and more deliberate, like a man who had started paying attention after a very long time of looking the other way.I had lived with Jake Collins long enough to know the difference between a man who was bored and a man who was hiding something.And the Jake who sat across from me at the breakfast table that morning was definitely hiding something.His answers about Marcus had been too careful, too measured, too deliberately empty.When I asked about Jia, he had looked at me for exactly two seconds too long before giving me a response that was designed to end the conversation instead of continue it.The thought that Jake might know about Marcus and Jia made my stomach twist into a knot so tight I could barely swallow my coffee.If Jake knew, he could go to
I left the library with more questions than I came in with and drove to the house I shared with Mia feeling like I was walking through a minefield where every step could be the one that set off an explosion.Mia was in the kitchen when I got home, standing at the counter scrolling through her phone with a glass of sparkling water beside her that she had barely touched. She looked up the moment I walked in and I could see the radar behind her eyes switching on immediately."Did you see Marcus today?" She asked the question casually but there was nothing casual about the way her body shifted toward me when she said his name."Briefly." I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water to give my hands something to do. "He was busy with work.""Did he seem upset about anything?""Why would he be upset?""I do not know." She picked up her sparkling water and took a small sip. "I just feel like something has been off with him lately. Like he is distracted by something he is not tell
Jake's POVI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Marcus's face in that hospital office, calm and certain and completely unashamed of the fact that he was in love with our brother's wife. I kept turning the conversation over in my head like a coin I could not stop flipping, looking for the side that would make sense, looking for the angle that would let me believe my oldest brother had simply lost his mind instead of choosing to burn down everything our family had built.By the next morning I had made a decision. I needed to talk to Marcus again. Not because I wanted another confession, but because I needed to understand whether this was real or whether it was just a powerful man taking advantage of a woman whose marriage was already falling apart.I found him in the private library at the mansion during the early afternoon. He was reading a financial report and drinking black coffee the way he always did, like sleep was an inconvenience he had stopped tolerating
I walked out of the hospital and drove home in silence. No radio. No phone calls. Just me and the road and the weight of a secret that felt like it was sitting on my chest with both hands wrapped around my throat.When I pulled into the driveway, the house was lit up. Mia was home. My wife. The woman who had married me six years ago and spent every single day since then wishing she had married someone else. I used to pretend I did not notice. I used to tell myself that all marriages had distance. That not every couple burned with passion. That quiet companionship was enough.But it was never companionship. It was convenience. She married me because I was a Collins. Because I was a door into the family she wanted to belong to. Because the brother she actually wanted had rejected her and I was the consolation prize she could afford to settle for.I walked through the front door and found Mia sitting in the living room with a glass of wine and a magazine she was not reading."You look st







