Se connecterMai Carson was divorced the night her husband, Jordan Kelly, believed another woman’s lies. Branded a cheater and thrown out of her marriage, she left and never looked back, only to return later as someone unrecognizable: powerful, wealthy, and deadly calm. The woman they humiliated is now the force dismantling their empire from the shadows. Jordan Kelly’s best friend, Banky smith, steps into Mai’s life and offers Mai, protection, devotion, and a love that feels intoxicatingly safe. What Mai doesn’t see is the trap forming around her, because while she wants justice, Banky wants blood. But revenge gets complicated when Mai discovers she’s carrying her ex-husband’s child. Caught between regret and obsession, Mai must decide how far she’s willing to go, and who she’s willing to become, to survive a love that was never meant to be gentle.
Voir plusMaiI felt sick.Not just uncomfortable, not just tired, but properly sick. All through the plane ride, I kept throwing up. I could hardly keep anything down, not even water. My throat burned, my head felt light, and my body just refused to cooperate.The worst part was that I didn’t even eat anything before leaving for the airport.So what exactly was I throwing up?That alone irritated me.Considering I was a doctor, it was frustrating not understanding what was going on with my own body. I had spent years diagnosing people, reading symptoms, connecting signs, yet here I was… guessing. It didn’t sit right with me.By the time we landed in New York, I felt drained.The moment I stepped out of the plane, the air hit me differently.The first thing I noticed was how busy everything was.People everywhere.Voices overlapping.Announcements blaring.Footsteps rushing.It was too much.Too uptight. Too loud.For a second, a strong urge hit me, to turn around, walk back into the plane, sit
JORDANThe sound of chewing gum hit me like sandpaper across raw skin. Slow and, loud. Each pop scraped at my ears, making my jaw ache. My fists clenched at my sides, knuckles white with tension, but I didn’t move. I just watched her.Kayla sat there, one leg crossed over the other, her back pressed into the sofa, one hand lazily resting on her belly, the other twirling the gum in her mouth as though it were some toy she owned. She didn’t even glance up.I let my eyes drift to her stomach. Big now, round, and undeniable. My pulse jumped in ways I didn’t expect. There was awe there, yes—but also something tighter, a tension I couldn’t shake. “How are you feeling today?” I asked, my voice low,Kayla sighed, rolling her eyes, leaning back, letting her head fall slightly against the sofa. “I feel faint,” she said, her voice casual but edged with complaint. “I want… no, I need that sandwich from earlier. And some juice. No, not that one, the other one. You know which one I mean.” Her hand
Mai.It always seemed strange to me, unnatural, even—how people could gather in numbers for your funeral, dressed in black, faces arranged into masks of grief… yet somehow couldn’t find the time to visit when you were sick, when you were fading, when you were still here and could actually feel their presence.I stood there, watching them.Watching the steady stream of people approach Alessandro’s coffin, one after the other, placing flowers with practiced solemnity, bowing their heads as though they carried memories heavy enough to justify their presence.It made something twist painfully in my chest.Because I knew the truth.Not one of them had come to see him when he was sick.Not one.Watching the sheer number of people now crowding around him, now that he was gone—broke my heart in a way I hadn’t expected.“Sorry for your loss. Alessandro was a good man.”I turned slightly at the voice, meeting yet another unfamiliar face. My lips pressed into a thin line, and I gave a short, cur
The smell of hospitals never seemed weird to me, it always smelled welcoming.It’s a weird feeling I can’t explain.I paced down the narrow waiting area outside the emergency ward.My arms were wrapped around myself like I could keep my heart from leaping out of my chest. With every second that stretched too long, every door that opened made my breath hitch.I barely knew the man, I didn’t even know his name and with everything that’s happened to me today I shouldn’t even be bothered about him.And yet my hands were still trembling.“Please be alive…” I whispered a prayer.I wasn’t religious in any way but I found myself whispering it anyways, over and over.After a while of me biting my inner cheeks and sipping my sweaty palms over my shirt and jeans, a doctor finally stepped out.He pulled his mask and stared at me.I swallowed hard. “ Is he—?”“He’s stable.” The doctor smiled.My knees wobbled as I let out a sigh of relief.My job here is done.“He’s asking to see you.” The doctor'


















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