MasukThe night air was cold against Tessa's skin, but she barely felt it.Roman stood a few feet away from her on the bridge, his hands in his coat pockets. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.Neither had she.Neither of them spoke for a long moment. The silence between them was heavy — not angry, not bitter. Just... sad.Tessa swallowed hard and walked toward him slowly.“You came,” Roman said quietly.“Of course I came. I’ve been wanting to see you.” She smiled.A strange silence settled between them after that.Roman looked away first, staring out over the water again.Tessa studied him carefully. He looked tired. Not physically — something deeper than that. Like the weight of the past few weeks had finally settled into his bones.“You said you wanted to talk,” she said softly.Roman nodded once. "I owe you an apology," he said quietly.Tessa blinked. "What?"He turned to face her fully. "The way I handled the divorce. The way I manhandled you in that boardroom." His jaw tightened.
Roman hadn't spoken to Tessa since the divorce. He hadn’t wanted to. But now, with his father back from the dead and his mother tangled in something she couldn't control, he felt something he hadn't let himself feel in weeks.Loneliness.He had told himself the boardroom would be the last encounter he would have with her, but something about tonight changed that.He moved to his contacts. Hovered over her name and pressed call before he could talk himself out of it.The line rang once then twice.“Roman?" Tessa answered.Her voice was shaky, disbelieving. Like she couldn't believe he was actually calling.Roman swallowed. "Tessa.”"Oh my God — Roman, is this really you?" She sounded breathless now, almost frantic. "I've been trying to call you. But you wouldn’t pick up. I've been — I need to talk to you. I need to explain—""Meet me," he cut her off."What?" Tessa said."Meet me. At Piedmont Park. The bridge near the lake." He paused, his voice dropping. "Can you do that?""I — yes. Y
“Salima. Salima.” Bernard called after her but she didn’t stop. “Salima would you listen to me?” Bernard yelled.“Five years,” Salima said, turning around. “Five fucking years Bernard and you just show up at my door like it’s supposed to mean nothing.”“I know what it means Salima, and I'm sorry it had to be this way. I'm sorry.”“I can’t believe this.” Salima sniffed. “I just don't know what to make up of all this.”Bernard moved closer to her now. “Don’t, don’t take another step please.” She cried. “Salima, I just want to see you.” “No.”“I want you to know I never wanted to leave,” Bernard said softly. “I promise you, Salima. I thought of you every single day.”“Bernard, stop it,” Salima said. Her voice trembled harder now.Bernard went quiet immediately.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. The tension between them felt fragile, dangerous almost, like one wrong word would shatter whatever control Salima still had left.She looked away first, wrapping her arms around herse
No one moved.Salima stayed where she was. Victor's hand rested on the back of the nearest couch. Roman remained standing, arms crossed, feet planted like he was bracing for a storm."I'll stand," Roman said.Bernard nodded slowly. He lowered himself into the chair instead — not out of weakness, but because his legs had started to feel less reliable than he wanted to admit."Five years ago," he began, "I was preparing to leave Eleanor."Salima's breath caught."I had the papers drawn up. I had a plan. I was going to divorce her and come back home to you. Both of you.” He looked at Roman. “No more hiding. No more secrets."He paused, his eyes finding Salima's."I was going to choose you. Finally. Out loud. In front of everyone."The room was silent."But Eleanor found out." Victor's jaw tightened. "Of course she did."Bernard nodded grimly. "She confronted me. Not with tears — with threats. She told me that if I left her, if I humiliated her in front of Atlanta's elite, she would dest
The world stopped and for a moment, Salima didn’t breathe. Her hand remained on the handle, fingers tightening around the metal as if it were the only thing holding her upright.Standing on the other side of the door was Bernard Thorne.Bernard!The man she had mourned. The man she had buried. The man she had lost five years ago. Now standing on her porch like his presence meant nothing.His eyes rested on her face with a strange softness, like five years had not passed at all.“Hello, Salima.”His voice was exactly the same.She couldn’t speak. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She took one slow step back, staring at Bernard like she was looking at something impossible.Roman frowned from the living room. “Mom, is everything okay?”No response. Something in her silence made him straighten.Bernard’s face softened at the sound of Roman’s voice. “Is that him?” He asked. “Is that our son?”Salima still didn't speak. Her eyes were glistening with tears now.Victor moved toward the
The living room was dim. Roman sat alone on the leather couch, a bottle of wine in one hand, a half-full glass on the table in front of him.He wasn't drinking fast. Just slow, measured sips—like he was trying to feel something or not feel something. Even he wasn't sure anymore.The bottle had been full an hour ago.Now it was nearly empty.His phone buzzed against the table.He glanced at it. Tessa.His jaw tightened though his expression did not change.He reached over, declined the call, and set the phone face down before taking another drink.Across the room, Davin and Alec watched in silence."I know he said he's good," Alec murmured, low enough that Roman couldn't hear. "But honestly? I don't think it's true."Davin shook his head slowly. "Yeah. I can see that."He paused, watching Roman pour another glass."This divorce is obviously hard on him," Davin continued. "I've just... I've never seen him like this before."Alec nodded. "True. He really loved Tessa.""He did," Davin agr
The police car rolled to a stop behind the station.Roman barely noticed the building itself. The ride had been silent except for the radio chatter and the faint rattle of the cuffs around his wrists.The back door opened.“Please step out.” The officer said.Roman stepped out without protest. The
Roman stormed down the stairs, gun gripped tight in his bleeding hand. Tessa chased after him, tears streaming, voice breaking.“Roman! Roman please stop!”But he didn’t listen. His shoes slammed against the wood, echoing through the house.“Grayson!” he roared.The name exploded out of him, loud e
The bedroom was quiet now, only the slow rhythm of their breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Roman lay on his back, one arm curled around Tessa, her head resting on his chest. Her fingers traced lazy patterns over his skin, following the rise and fall of each breath.Their clothes
Davin stood rigid in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides. Roman leaned back in his chair, Tessa’s old phone still resting on the table like a silent accusation.“What are you doing here, Davin?” Roman asked, voice calm, almost bored.Davin’s jaw ticked. “What do you mean what am I doing here?







