LOGINI 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
The silence that followed was the loudest thing I had ever heard. It filled the room like smoke. Thick. Heavy. Impossible to breathe through. Marcus stood perfectly still behind his desk. His face did not change. His body did not move. But his eyes told me everything his mouth would not."How long?" I asked before he could deflect."Long enough for it to be real," Marcus said finally. His voice was quiet but steady. Like a man who had already made peace with the confession before it left his mouth. "I love her, Jake. That is the truth. I am not going to dress it up or make excuses for it.""She is Liam's wife." The words came out harder than I intended. "She is your brother's wife, Marcus.""I know exactly who she is." Something flickered in his jaw. "And I know exactly who Liam is. I know what he has done to her. I know about Mia. I know about every bruise and every threat and every night she spent crying alone while her husband was in bed with another man's wife. Do not lecture me a
Jake's POVI had been away from this city for six months. Six months of silence. Six months of distance. Six months of convincing myself that the Collins family could run just fine without the youngest brother standing in the corner watching everyone else make decisions.But the moment I stepped back into St. Victoria's Hospital that Tuesday afternoon, I could feel it in the air. Something in this family had changed while I was gone. Something big.I had come to find Marcus. There was a property issue involving the family trust that needed his signature before the end of the month. Simple paperwork. A ten minute conversation at most. That was all I needed from my oldest brother.I walked through the administrative wing and turned the corner toward Marcus's private office. The door was open. I was about to step inside when I stopped.Jia was walking out.She did not see me. She was looking down at her phone, scrolling through something on the screen. Her white coat was draped over her
"No. He is too smart for that. He is building a story, Marcus. A public story. The devoted husband who tried to save his marriage while his ungrateful wife walked away for no reason. He wants the staff to see it. He wants the family to see it. So that when the divorce happens, everyone blames me.""That is not going to work." His voice was firm. "I will not let him rewrite the history of what he did to you.""I know." I set my coffee down. "But I need you to understand something. His sudden change does not make me want to delay the divorce. It makes me want to move faster. Every day I stay in that marriage, he gets more time to build his case. More time to create witnesses. More time to position himself as the victim.""Then move faster." He stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell his cologne mixing with the hospital air. "I told you I would wait for you. And I will. But I want you free from him, Jia. Not trapped by what happens between us.""Do you still plan to tell the fami







