LOGINLia's POVThe security guard who usually greeted me with a friendly nod looked uncomfortable when he saw me. Almost... pitying."Morning, Marcus," I said, swiping my badge."Morning, Lia," he said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. "You, uh... you might want to go straight to HR."My stomach dropped."HR? Why?"Marcus shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know the details. They just said to send you straight up when you arrived."This couldn't be good.I rode the elevator up to the fifth floor where HR was located, my mind racing through possibilities.Had I done something wrong? Missed an important deadline while I was away? But I'd cleared my vacation time in advance, made sure all my projects were covered...I walked into the HR department and immediately saw my desk items—my coffee mug, my small succulent plant, my framed photo of my parents, my favorite pens—all packed into a cardboard box sitting on the reception desk.My heart sank like a stone.No.Linda from HR emerged from her of
Lia's POVVictor with his silver-touched hair and piercing blue eyes and absolute confidence. The way he'd looked at me like I was something precious. The way his voice had dropped when he praised me, called me his good girl, made me feel seen.Dante with his dark intensity and artistic soul and passionate touch. The way he'd claimed me, touched me like he couldn't get enough, made me feel wanted rather than tolerated.Both of them had awakened something in me—some understanding of my own worth, my own right to demand better, my own capacity for pleasure and desire.And tonight, I'd broken up with a man who'd made me feel worthless for an entire year.Who'd taken my affection for granted, treated my desire for intimacy as annoying, flirted with other women right in front of me, and made me feel like I should be grateful he was with me at all.I'd reclaimed my space and my autonomy.Had literally thrown his belongings in the trash because keeping them felt like keeping poison in my hom
Lia's POVThere was no going back from that. No pretending in the morning that it had been a fight we could recover from. It was done. Final.And I felt... good about it.Scared, yes. Uncertain about the future, absolutely. But also lighter. Freer. Like I'd been carrying a heavy weight I hadn't fully realized was there until I set it down.When the Uber pulled up in front of my building—a modest walk-up in a decent but not trendy neighborhood—I felt a complicated mix of emotions.This apartment had been mine before Rob. My space. My sanctuary. But over the past year, he'd gradually infiltrated it. Left his things. Stayed over more and more frequently until it felt like half his closet had migrated to my bedroom.Little invasions that I'd allowed, thinking it meant we were getting serious. That he was committing.Now those items just felt like contamination.I thanked the driver, retrieved my suitcase, and climbed the three flights to my apartment. The building was quiet at this hour,
Lia's POV"I deserve better than what you've given me," I said clearly. "And I'm finally ready to go find it."Rob's expression transformed completely. The desperation evaporated, replaced by something ugly and vindictive."Better?" he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think you're going to find better? You?"The venom in his tone should have hurt. A week ago, it would have devastated me.Now it just confirmed I was making the right decision."You're delusional," Rob continued, his voice rising. "You're a nobody, Lia. A waitress who thinks she's too good for me suddenly? Do you have any idea how lucky you were that I even gave you a chance?"I just looked at him calmly, letting him show exactly who he was."I stopped low to date someone like you," Rob said cruelly, taking another step toward me, his hands gesturing wildly. "Someone with no money, no connections, no family worth mentioning. Someone who works a shit job and lives in a shitty apartment. I could have had anyone
Lia's POVBut even as I flew away from the island, even as physical distance grew between me and what had happened there, I knew something fundamental had shifted.I wasn't the same woman who'd boarded this plane days ago.I wasn't the same woman who'd accepted Rob's neglect and disrespect as normal, as what I deserved.I knew better now.I had tasted what it felt like to be cherished, and I could never unknow that. Could never go back to accepting less.The plane continued its journey through the night sky, carrying me away from the island and everything that had happened there.But it couldn't carry me away from the truth I'd discovered.I deserved more than Rob would ever give me.And I was finally—finally—ready to do something about it.When the plane finally touched down at the private airfield outside New York, the jolt of wheels hitting tarmac felt like waking from a dream. Or maybe returning to a nightmare I'd temporarily escaped.I'd spent the remaining hours of the flight in
Lia's POV"So when we get back, I was thinking maybe we could—""Rob, please," I interrupted, my voice tired. "I don't want to talk right now."He looked hurt but nodded and went back to his phone.For about ten minutes.Then he started up again, asking mundane questions about what I wanted to do when we got back to New York, whether I'd kept up with work emails, if I'd heard from any of my friends.I gave him one-word answers or no answer at all, making it abundantly clear I had no interest in conversation.At one point, about an hour into the flight, Rob actually stood up and started walking toward the back of the plane.I watched him go, half-expecting him to disappear into one of the private sleeping areas with one of the attractive flight attendants—continuing his established pattern of seeking attention and validation from any available woman.It would be typical Rob behavior. Find some willing participant and get his needs met while completely disregarding my presence or feelin
Lia’s POVI lay in bed for over an hour, tossing and turning, my mind racing and my body restless. The room felt too hot despite the open window. The sheets felt too rough against my skin. Everything felt wrong.Finally, I gave up.I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and left my room, padding quietly
Lia’s POVRob had never shown this kind of respect to anyone, let alone people he considered beneath him socially. Rob would have sent someone else to deal with this, or shown up and made grand pronouncements without actually listening to what anyone needed.But Dante was different. Everything abou
Lia’s POVHis voice was quiet but direct, cutting straight through the silence.I turned to look at him. His eyes were on the road, his hands steady on the wheel, his expression calm and unreadable."What?" I said, though I'd heard him perfectly."Why are you with a man who can't respect you?" Dant
Lia’s POVI froze on the bed, my heart jumping into my throat."Miss?" A soft, feminine voice came through the door. One of the maids. "Miss Lia?"I sat up quickly, smoothing down my dress with shaking hands, trying to look like a normal person who hadn't just been doing what I'd been doing."Yes?"







