ログイン**Leylie’s POVI stayed with Ava all day, and she wouldn’t let go of my hand for more than a few minutes. She kept twirling around me in the playroom, her little feet pounding on the thick carpet, giggling every time she spun too fast and nearly fell. Her excitement bubbled out of her nonstop.After her tutor left, she flat-out refused to nap. “Leylie, remember that cartoon with the talking dog? I want to watch it again before school starts on Monday.” She climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck like she never wanted to let go.I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt. This was the same little girl who used to sit so quietly, unable to talk; now she was like a chatterbox, and every word felt like a gift. I brushed her hair back from her forehead. “You can watch it after you rest, baby.”She shook her head and buried her face in my chest. “I don’t want to rest. I want you to stay the night. Will you, Leylie? Please?”My heart squeezed tight. “I’m waiting for your dad to come home,
**Hayes’ POV**I stared out the window as the city blurred past quickly. The drive to the office dragged on longer than it should have, every red light feeling like it was mocking me. My chest burned with anger that wouldn’t settle. Every time I blinked, I saw it again—Finnian’s hands on Leylie’s waist, the way she had looked at me in the foyer with guilt written all over her face. She had let him kiss her. She had let it fucking happen.“Damn it!” I slammed my fist into the back of the passenger seat. The loud thud made Marcus jump in the driver’s seat.“Sir? Is everything okay?” he asked, eyes wide in the rearview mirror.“Just drive,” I snapped, voice low and sharp.He nodded fast and fixed his eyes back on the road, but I caught him glancing at me every few seconds, worried. I leaned my head against the seat and tried to pull in slow breaths. Why was Leylie doing this to us? I understood her reasons. She wanted to take Finnian down for everything he had put her through. But I coul
**Leylie’s POV**I didn’t sleep at all last night. I just lay there, turning from one side of the bed to the other until the sheets twisted around my legs like they were trying to trap me. My phone stayed dark on the nightstand the whole time. Hayes never answered any of my calls. He didn’t reply to a single message. Every time I checked, the screen showed nothing, and that silence hurt worse than any words could.I kept telling myself he would understand. We had talked about this. I explained why I needed to get close to Finnian again, to get the proof I needed. Why couldn’t he see that? Every second I spent near Finnian made my stomach turn. It felt wrong. Dirty. But Hayes was acting like I had betrayed him on purpose.I finally gave up around dawn, dragged myself into the shower, and got dressed fast. I pulled on my favorite blue jeans and a soft white chiffon blouse, then slipped into black loafers. Nothing fancy. I just wanted to look like I had it together, even though everythin
**Finnian’s POV**I woke up smiling for the first time in months. The kind of smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth before your eyes even open. Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains in my bedroom, but today it didn’t feel like another weight pressing down on me. No crushing list of meetings, no sour taste of my sham marriage. Just her.Leylie.Yesterday kept replaying in my head like a loop I didn’t want to stop. Her walking into my office in that soft pink dress, looking so damn beautiful it actually hurt to breathe. Then later, in her apartment, the way her body fit against mine again, warm and real. The taste of her lips, the little sound she made when I kissed her harder. God, I’d missed that. I’d missed her so much it felt like a hole in my chest had finally started to close.I wanted her back. All of her. And this time I wasn’t going to screw it up. I’d give her everything she deserved. I’d prove I was different now.I swung my legs out of bed, still riding that hi
**Leylie’s POV**I needed to talk to Hayes so badly my chest actually hurt. I had to remind him of my plan—the one where I acted like the dumb, desperate ex-wife so I could get close enough to destroy Finnian. He had to understand why I had asked him to leave instead of Finn.I crawled across the floor to the coffee table because my legs felt too weak to stand. My hand shook as I grabbed my phone, scrolled until I saw his name, pressed call, and held it to my ear, whispering, please, please, please, under my breath.It rang, and rang again, and again.No response.I stared at the screen, my face twisting into a frown so deep it made my forehead ache. Was he driving? Or was he sitting somewhere, looking at my name flashing on his phone and choosing not to answer because the sight of me in Finnian’s arms had finally broken something in him? I prayed it was the first. Hayes wasn’t the type to play games, but I’d seen the look in his eyes. That kind of hurt could change anybody.The whole
**Leylie’s POV**The silence pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off. Hayes stood there in my doorway, staring at Finnian’s hand resting on my waist, and I swear I felt every second of it carving into him. Hayes looked at me, and I felt like I was being sliced open. I knew he was hurting. I knew that seeing Finnian’s hand on my waist was like a knife to his heart, but I was trapped. If I pushed Finnian away now, all the work I had done—the bug, the flash drive, the fake forgiveness—would be for nothing.“Tell him to leave, Ley,” Finnian murmured close to my ear, his voice slick and sure, like he already owned me. His fingers pressed a little harder into my side, pulling me against him just enough to make his point.I looked at Hayes. His eyes were dark, almost black, with a mix of fury and heartbreak. He wasn't just mad at Finnian; he was mad at me. He had rushed here to see me, only to find me standing in the arms of the man who had abused me.“Is this what you want, L
**Leylie’s POV**I ran out of the room, my vision blurred by tears that kept falling no matter how fast I blinked them away. I couldn’t breathe properly; my chest felt like someone was sitting on it, and I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. In a panic, I reached up and ripped the mask of
**Leylie’s POV**I rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me, fumbling to lock it with fingers that wouldn’t stop shaking. I pressed my back against the cold wood, chest heaving like I’d run miles, heart pounding so hard it hurt."What have I done?" I whispered into the empty room. "W
**Hayes’ POV**I haven’t been myself since that private dance with Red. Every time I close my eyes, I feel the heat of her skin under my palms again, the way her body arched into my touch when I finally let my hands settle on her waist. The memory plays on repeat: the slow grind of her hips, the so
**Hayes’ POV**"Man, thanks for picking me up," Matt said as he slid into the passenger seat of my Ferrari, dressed like he’d been planning this night for weeks—black button-down, sleeves rolled, looking way more alive than I felt.He grinned, leaning back in the chair as if he owned the car. “I st







