ログインOphelia's POVWork became my escape.The moment I stepped into the Willow Foundation each morning, my thoughts stopped circling around Erick and the divorce. There were reports to organize, donation requests to review, and meetings to prepare for. By the time evening arrived, I was too exhausted to dwell on the life I'd left behind.For the first time in years, I was doing something that belonged entirely to me.Not because I was someone's wife.Not because I was someone's sister.Just... me."Good morning."Clara smiled as she placed a stack of folders on my desk. "I hope you had breakfast today.""I did."She narrowed her eyes playfully."You're smiling.""Am I?""You are."I couldn't help smiling again."Maybe I'm finally settling in.""I'd say that's a good sign."She glanced at the folders. "These are applications for next month's scholarship program. Evelyn wants them sorted before lunch.""I'll start right away.""You always say that.She laughed softly."I've never met someone
Erick's POVI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the photograph appeared again. Reina, the silver sedan, the blurred driver and that watch.I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone resting in my hand as I zoomed in on the image for what felt like the hundredth time.It was no use.The face remained hidden. Only the watch stood out. Expensive. Familiar.But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember where I'd seen it. With a frustrated sigh, I dropped the phone onto the bed and rubbed my temples.Whoever had sent those messages didn't want to hand me the truth. They wanted me to find it myself.Fine.If that was the game they wanted to play. I'd play it.I arrived at the office before sunrise. The building was still quiet as I walked into my office. After setting my briefcase down, I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in years.The line rang twice."Mr. Willow." A deep voice answered."It's been a long time.""It has.""I need your help."A brief silence f
Erick's POVThe message stayed on my mind for the rest of the day.Ask Reina where she was the night she told you she was working late.Whoever was sending these messages knew something, or wanted me to believe they did.Either way, I couldn't ignore it anymore.I slipped my phone into my pocket and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office.The city bustled beneath me, completely unaware that my life was slowly falling apart.A knock sounded on my door."Come in."My assistant stepped inside with a folder."Sir, these are the contracts you requested."Leave them there."She placed them on my desk but hesitated before leaving."Is there something else?"She nodded."Mrs. Reina called three times.""I know.""She asked if you were avoiding her."A bitter smile tugged at my lips."What did you tell her?""That you were in meetings.""Good."After she left, I leaned back in my chair.I wasn't ready to face Reina.Not until I had answers.That evening, I drove home earl
Erick's POVI barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ophelia.Not the woman who had stood in front of me asking for a divorce.The woman I'd married.The woman who used to wait by the front door whenever I came home late,pretending she hadn't been worried.The woman whose smile had slowly disappeared because of me.I sat up and rubbed my face.The digital clock on my nightstand read 5:42 a.m.There was no point trying to sleep again.I showered, dressed, and headed downstairs. The house was unusually quiet. Maria, the housekeeper, looked surprised when she saw me."Good morning, Mr. Willow.""Morning.""I've prepared breakfast.""I'm not hungry."She hesitated."You've said that every morning this week."I forced a faint smile."I'll eat later."She didn't look convinced.As I turned toward the front door, she spoke again."Mrs. Hart always made sure you never left without breakfast."My footsteps stopped.For a moment, neither of us spoke."I'm sorry," Maria said softly. "I
Erick's POVI stared at the divorce papers lying on my desk long after James Carter left my office, the room was silent. Too silent. One signature.That was all Ophelia wanted from me.One signature...And our marriage would officially become a memory.I picked up the pen.The tip hovered above the line where my name belonged.For some reason...My hand refused to move."Damn it."I tossed the pen onto the desk and leaned back in my chair.What was wrong with me?This was exactly what I had wanted, wasn't it?I had spent the last two years pushing Ophelia away, working late, ignoring her calls, choosing Reina over my own wife. Now she was giving me the freedom I'd practically begged for.So why couldn't I sign?A knock sounded on my office door."Come in."My lawyer stepped inside.He glanced at the unsigned documents before looking back at me."I take it you've made your decision.""I need more time."He studied me for a moment."Mr. Willow, refusing to sign won't stop the divorce."
Ophelia's POVThe second morning felt different.The fear was still there, but it no longer weighed me down the way it had yesterday.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the wrinkles from my blouse before taking a deep breath."You survived one day," I whispered to my reflection. "You can survive another, My hand drifted to my stomach, "And so can you."A small smile found its way to my lips.That tiny life growing inside me had become my greatest reason to keep moving.The Willow Foundation was already buzzing when I arrived.People hurried through the lobby carrying files, greeting one another with easy smiles.The atmosphere still felt unfamiliar, but not intimidating."Good morning, Ms. Hart."The receptionist beamed at me."Good morning.""How was your first day?""I made it through without embarrassing myself too much."She laughed."That's always a good start."Her laughter eased the last of my nerves as I headed upstairs.Clara greeted me with a mug of coffee in one hand







