登入Noah's POVI had spent most of the morning pretending I was fine. It wasn't working.I sat behind my desk at the precinct, staring at the reports scattered across the table in front of me without actually reading a single line.My mind wasn't on work, It was on Karma.More specifically, it was on the way she had left my apartment the previous evening.I had watched her walk away knowing perfectly well that she was hurt. And the worst part was that I couldn't even blame her.I had been distant, I had been moody and had refused to tell her what was wrong.Even after she asked me repeatedly, I had given her the same ridiculous answer. I'm fine.I wasn't fine, but how am I supposed to explain to her that I hated my birthday and I don't celebrate it for reasons that I can't spell out to her?And it was obvious she left my apartment far from being fine. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my face.What was I supposed to do? Karma had every reason to be upset with me.She had spent the enti
Karma's POVI woke up the following morning with a strange heaviness sitting in my chest. For a few seconds, I simply stared at the ceiling, trying to remember if I can remember my schedule for the day, and I silently hoped and prayed that the schedule should not be as much as it normally is.Somehow, despite everything that had happened over the weekend, that decision still felt right. Noah was still the man I wanted.Whatever was going on with him, I hoped he would eventually trust me enough to tell me. But I wasn't going to spend another day chasing answers. I got out of bed and prepared for work.Usually, my mornings followed a strict routine. I would wake up, shower, dress, have something light to eat or most at times I don't eat and head straight to the hospital. Once I arrived, Sandra would already have my schedule waiting for me, and the rest of the day would unfold according to whatever emergencies decided to show up.But this morning, I decided to change things. Monday. Mond
Karma's POVBy evening, I realized I couldn't do it anymore.I couldn't keep pretending that the atmosphere between Noah and me wasn't getting to me.All day, we had existed in the same apartment, sometimes sitting only a few feet apart, yet it felt like there was an invisible wall between us. He had apologized earlier, and I appreciated it. I really did.But an apology couldn't magically erase the tension. It couldn't make me forget the way he had behaved on his birthday.It couldn't make me stop wondering what had suddenly changed.And it certainly couldn't make the silence between us disappear.I had spent most of the day trying not to think about it. I watched television, sorted through some work documents, answered a few messages and even attempted to read a book but nothing worked.Every few minutes, I would catch myself glancing in Noah's direction.He was sitting at the dining table with his laptop open, typing away. His expression was focused, but I could tell he wasn't entir
Karma's POVI woke up the next morning with one thing already decided, I was done asking. Not because I didn't care, not because I wasn't curious and definitely not because I didn't notice that something was wrong with Noah but I simply couldn't keep asking someone who clearly wasn't ready to answer.The room was quiet when I opened my eyes.For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling, I took in the quietness of it all before everything started rushing back, the birthday, surprise party, the awkward drive home, argument, his repeated insistence that he was fine and the way he had turned his back to me before falling asleep as though nothing had happened.But one thing that brought a slight smile to my face was that I am engaged to be married to him. That seemed like the only reconciliation to it all.I slowly turned my head, Noah was still asleep beside me, his face looked peaceful, completely different from the tense expression he'd worn the previous night and I watched him for a few
Karma's POVThe drive home was nothing like the drive to his parents' house.Noah drove this time, his hands resting firmly on the steering wheel as he kept his eyes on the road. The city lights passed across his face every few seconds, briefly illuminating his expression before disappearing again. He barely spoke.I sat quietly beside him for a while, hoping he would eventually say something on his own. He didn't. I looked at him. "Are you tired?""Yes."Just one word, I waited a few seconds before i asked again. "Did you enjoy the party?""Yes."Another one, I sighed softly. "You don't sound like you enjoyed it.""I did." I turned toward the window.There was no point asking questions if he was going to answer them like this.For several minutes, the only sound inside the car was the soft hum of the engine and the occasional noise from the road outside, I stole another glance at him just to see that his jaw was tense.His expression remained unreadable, I knew that face.Something w
Karma's POVThe room was still buzzing with excitement, but Noah remained strangely quiet.He had thanked everyone and had smiled when people hugged him. He had even laughed at a few of Ethan and Lily's jokes.But I knew him, and Noah wasn't happy, at least not truly.He was cordial, polite even, but there was a distance in his eyes that hadn't been there earlier that day. I watched him from across the room as Eleanor approached him and wrapped her arms around him. "Happy birthday, my son.""Thank you, Mum." She pulled back and held his face between her palms. "I hope you're not angry with me."He smiled faintly. "Of course not.""You don't look convinced.""I am fine."I almost sighed, that was the same answer he always gave whenever something was wrong. Fine.Ethan suddenly appeared beside them with a grin. "Well, birthday boy, you can't possibly spend the whole evening looking like someone just sentenced you to life imprisonment."Noah gave him a flat look. "Would you prefer I cry?
Chapter 5The police car smelled like stale coffee and leather.Karma sat in the back seat, hands folded in her lap, watching the city pass through the tinted window. Buildings blurred into each other. Traffic lights, people walking in a hurry, an old woman walking a dog almost like she was crawli
Rosa's cleaning supplies fell to the floor and scattered. The spray bottle rolled across the carpet, leaving a trail of blue liquid running through the blood.The sound tore from her chest, echoing everywhere, filling the hallway as the once rowdy, loud and dirty hotel became empty that morning. S
Karma sat back in her booth, lifted her untouched drink, and watched her father drain his fourth glass of whiskey.Mia walked fast.She changed into something tighter—a red dress that barely covered anything. Reapplied her lipstick. Sprayed more perfume. Then catwalked straight to Marcus's table, l
Marcus stumbled backward, his shoulders hitting the mattress. The woman's hands pressed against his chest, pinning him there. Her perfume—something sweet and seductive, filled his nostrils.His fingers moved toward her hips. She stopped them, pressing one manicured finger on his lips with the corne







