تسجيل الدخولRebecca's POVI was searching for a company announcement in the archived press folder when the photograph stopped me.It was from the charity gala three years ago.Ethan stood in the center, shaking someone’s hand, his attention focused on the man. And to his left, slightly behind him, almost slipping out of the frame, was Bella.She wore a simple dark blue dress. Her face was turned toward Ethan with an expression so unguarded it made my chest tighten — pale, soft, devoted, quietly luminous. She was looking at my brother with her face very pale.I stared at her face for a long time.The paleness I had seen in her cheeks that last evening at the family dinner came back to me with sudden, painful clarity. That same fragile pallor. The way she had stood so still while I called her useless, an orphan, a burden and many more names. I had thrown those words at her like stones, convinced her silence meant weakness. Now I wondered if it had been the stillness of someone who had already decid
Ethan's POVI had the same dream again.I was walking in a long hallway, the kind that stretches further the more you walk it, the walls on either side close enough to touch if you reached out both arms. I didn't know what I was walking toward in the dream, only that there was something at the end of it that I needed to reach before something else happened.And then came a high sound.The sound of a child crying.I started walking faster.Then the crying stopped suddenly, mid-breath.I reached the end of the hallway. There was nothing at the end of it but a door, closed, with light coming through the gap at the bottom. Warm light. The specific warm gold of morning light in a room where someone has left a lamp on.I reached for the handle.Then suddenly woke up in my bed.I sat upright in the dark of the bedroom with my heart doing something unreasonable against my ribs.Beside me, Samantha was asleep.Her breathing was even and undisturbed.Then I got up.The city outside the window w
Bella's POVThe labour started at two in the morning.Not the easy way it happens in movies. It started as a slow, building pressure that woke me from a shallow sleep and sat me upright in the dark with my hand pressed against my stomach.I lay there for a moment.The apartment was very quiet around me. The street outside had gone to its nighttime self. The lamp on the nightstand cast a small circle of light.I pressed my palm flat against the side of my stomach and felt restless.Alright, I told them silently. Alright. I hear you.I had prepared for this alone.I sat up slowly and swung my legs over the side of the bed, and I breathed through the first real contraction with my hands braced on my knees and my eyes on the lamp's small circle of light.Then it passed after some minutes.I reached for my phone and called Adaeze, the midwife.She arrived forty minutes later with a bag over each shoulder and the unhurried efficiency of a woman who had done this many times and understood th
Bella's POVI had been careful about what I allowed into my mornings since I left.No Hayes Conglomerates alerts. No quiet checking of things I had told myself I was done with.And I had been disciplined about this, but the algorithm doesn't care about discipline.I was sitting at the kitchen table with my tea going cold beside me and my laptop open to a financial analysis I had been annotating since six in the morning. I had been awake since five forty-five because the twins had decided that five forty-five was an appropriate time to begin their gymnastics.The headline was small.Actress Samantha Chen and Hayes Conglomerates CEO Ethan Hayes announce engagement at star-studded industry event.I read it once and clicked on it.Then I picked up my tea, took a small sip, and set it back down.The photographs loaded slowly on my connection. The island's infrastructure was good but not fast, and for a few seconds, the images came in as grey placeholders that filled themselves in piece by
Ethan's POVI knew about this event in the abstract way you know things that are happening around you when you aren't paying close enough attention. Calls behind closed doors. A publicist appearing at the house. Conversations that stopped when I walked into the room and resumed after I left.I didn't bother asking her questions, and she also doesn't tell me about it.The venue was a rooftop space in the center of the city. She only called my number at work and told me to start coming. By the time I arrived, it was already full.Industry people. Press. The particular mixture of cameras and smiles.Samantha was at the center of it in a red dress. She moved through the room the way she always moved through rooms—with the ease of a woman who had learned very early that attention was a resource and she knew how to manage it.When she saw me arrive, her smile widened.She crossed the room and reached for my hand, and I gave it to her.The speeches started at nine.Her publicist spoke first—
Samantha's POVI had been planning this announcement for three weeks.The party was in ten days, which was fast approaching but not impossible when you knew the right people. The venue, the lighting, the guest list, the dress—when there is money, things move quickly.It started the night of the family dinner.I had sat at that table and watched Mr. Hayes look at his son with grief in his eyes, and I had understood something that I don't think Ethan understood yet—that the old man's patience was not unlimited, and that the company, which Ethan had always treated as a birthright so secure it required no maintenance, was quietly becoming conditional on Bella.I had driven home from that dinner with my hands perfectly steady on the wheel and my mind moving fast, the way it always did when I identified a problem that needed solving before it identified me.The problem was simple.Ethan was slipping.I had torn the photograph because I needed him to stop looking at it.I called the publicis
Bella's POV “I always told you that you never belonged to this family, Bella. You thought I was joking,” Rebecca muttered audibly, loud enough for me to hear as I walked toward the dining table to have my dinner.“For an orphan to even dream of becoming the matriarch of the Hayes family. Oh my, po
Bella's POV “Congratulations on your pregnancy, Mrs. Bella Hayes.”The doctor’s words kept ringing in my head as I slowly walked back into the Hayes mansion.I didn’t know what to think of her findings. A whole week had already passed since Ethan requested a divorce from me. The legal proceedings
Bella's POV I was sure Ethan had expected me to rant.To break down and become restless and question him. But for some reason, I was calm.Eerily calm.“Way to go, Ethan!” Rebecca suddenly said from where she sat, rising to her feet and walking toward us with satisfaction written all over her fac
Bella's POV It was almost 11 p.m., and my husband, Ethan Hayes, was still not back from his workplace. This was strange because in the entire course of our marriage, there had never been a single day he returned this late.As his wife, and one who had studied everything about him so I could give h







