Masuk~YVONNE'S POV~I woke up at 5 AM, too anxious to sleep.I was going back today.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, my hand resting on my flat stomach out of habit. The emptiness still shocked me sometimes.Two weeks and my body had adjusted, but my mind kept forgetting. No more baby, no more future with Arthur, no more pretending, just revenge.At 5:30, I heard movement from Liam's room and the shower running. I should have stayed in bed. I should have given him privacy.Instead, I got up, pulled on a robe, and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen for coffee.Liam's door was slightly ajar.I paused.'Don't look. Just keep walking. This is a terrible idea.' But my feet stopped moving, and my eyes...traitor that they were...looked.Through the crack in the door, I could see into his bathroom, the glass shower was frosted but not unclear. I could see his silhouett—broad shoulders, narrow waist, the movement of his arms as he washed his hair.I should leave. I should d
~YVONNE'S POV~Day twelve was a Friday.I spent most of it going through Arthur's calendar, his meeting schedules, every email, and every file I had saved from my time as his assistant.Two weeks I had been gone. Fourteen days of absence.And he hadn't called, hadn't texted, hadn't checked to see if I was alive.I had told myself I didn't care, that I had expected it, that Arthur Klein had never given a damn about me and this just confirmed it.But it still hurt.Three years I had organized his life, made his coffee, managed his schedule, covered for his mistakes, and smiled when he belittled me.I stayed late when he demanded it, gave him everything, and he hadn't even noticed I was gone."You okay?"I looked up, Liam was standing in the doorway, two mugs of coffee in his hands.We had been careful around each other since the study conversation, polite and distant, like strangers living in the same house."Yeah. Just..." I gestured at the laptop. "Going through Arthur's meeting reque
~YVONNE'S POV~Two weeks.That's how long I had been hiding at Liam's lake house, fourteen days of watching the water, eating meals Liam made, sleeping in a bed that wasn't mine, and trying to convince myself I was healing.I wasn't healing. I was surviving, there's a difference.The cramping had stopped, the bleeding had stopped. My body had moved on like nothing had happened, like I hadn't lost a baby two weeks ago.But my mind hadn't caught up yet.I still woke up reaching for my stomach, expecting to feel the small curve that had been growing there. Still felt ghost movements—little flutters that weren't real. I still cried in the shower where Liam couldn't hear me.And Liam—Liam was trying.He made breakfast every morning, left it on the counter with a glass of orange juice and my prenatal vitamins even though there was no baby to take them for anymore. He worked from his study during the day, taking calls and video meetings while I sat in the living room pretending to read bo
~LIAM'S POV~Friday arrived too fast.I sat in my car outside the Klein estate at 6:45 PM, engine idling, staring at the house I had grown up in and hated with every fiber of my being.My phone rang, It was Aiden."You sitting outside your dad's place right now?" he asked."How'd you know?""Because you always call me before you do something stupid. And I haven't heard from you. So I figured you're about to walk into a family dinner and need someone to talk you down."Despite everything, I smiled. "When did you get so smart?""Law school. They teach reading comprehension." He paused. "Seriously though....you okay?""No.""You going in anyway?""Yeah.""Want to tell me why?""Vanessa needs to know I know what she did. And I need to see Arthur's face when I show up to his celebration dinner after everything.""That's petty.""I'm aware."Aiden sighed. "How's Yvonne?"The name made my chest tight. "Alive. Healing. Planning revenge.""Sounds healthy.""It's the only thing keeping her upri
~LIAM'S POV~She looked smaller in sleep.I stood in the doorway of her bedroom, coffee cooling in my hand, watching Yvonne curl around the bedsheet like she was afraid of letting go. She had lost weight—I could see it in the hollows of her cheeks, the sharp edge of her collarbone visible above the blanket.Four days and she was already fading.Last night's conversation played on repeat in my head. 'I want to make them pay. Myself.'The naive girl who had cried on Arthur's shoulder was gone, something harder had taken her place, something that wanted blood.'Use me, Yvonne.'I had said it without thinking. Just opened my mouth and offered her everything....my money, my resources, my connections, my rage. Offered to let her wield me like a weapon against everyone who had hurt her.Because I was in love with her.No—that was too soft, too simple.I was obsessed with her, consumed by her. She had gotten under my skin like a virus I couldn't cure and didn't want to, every breath she took
~YVONNE POV~{Day Four:}I couldn't sleep.I tried for hours, tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling while my mind replayed everything on an endless loop.The tea. Vanessa's smile. The blood. Liam's face when he found me. The hospital. Arthur's proposal timestamp. The empty feeling in my body where something had been growing.At 2 AM, I gave up.I got out of bed, pulled on the oversized sweater, and padded downstairs in bare feet.The house was dark except for a light coming from down the hall. The study. I walked toward it quietly, stopped outside the door.Liam's voice drifted out, low and controlled."I don't care what the optics are, Kenji. I want every transaction from the last six months. Everything Arthur touched... No, I'm not waiting... Because I'm done playing by their rules."There was silence, then: "She's fine. Resting... I said she's fine... That's none of your concern." There was more silence."Just get me the files. I will handle the rest."I pushed the door open.
~YVONNE'S POV~The nightmare started the way it always did....with me standing in an empty room calling for someone who wasn't there.Sometimes my parents, sometimes Sister Margaret, and sometimes just someone I didn't recognize but knew loved me, had left me.Tonight it was Liam.I was in his pent
~YVONNE POV~The rest of the morning was excruciating.I could feel Arthur's eyes on me through the glass wall of his office, tracking my every movement like I was something he had lost and was trying to figure out how to get back. Every time I looked up, he was watching. Every time I stood to fil
~LIAM POV~Her phone had been vibrating against the table all night. A persistent, insect-like buzz that grated against my sanity.I noticed because I was watching her. I was always watching her. Even when I pretended to listen to someone talk about boring numbers, I was really just focused on the
~ARTHUR POV ~The silence that came after was so stuffy it felt hard to breathe.She had never....not once in three years....talked back to me. She had taken every criticism, every last-minute cancellation, every casual cruelty with a nod and an apology."What did you just say?" My voice came out d







