Clairessa’s POV
The night couldn’t have been better. I had just graduated at the top of my class in software engineering and landed my dream job at Storm Innovations—the company owned by my boyfriend Adrian’s father. Everything in my life was finally coming together. I stood outside Adrian’s apartment, holding a bottle of champagne, excited to tell him the good news and celebrate.
I had planned every detail of the night in my head. We would toast to our future, laugh about the struggles of the past few years, and maybe even talk about taking the next big step in our relationship. I had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, and now that it was finally here, I felt like nothing could ruin it.
But as I reached for the door, my excitement shifted. The door was unlocked.
Adrian was always so careful about security. He’d warned me so many times about locking up and double-checking the door whenever I left. It was one of the things I teased him about, calling him “paranoid.” So why was the door wide open now?
“Adrian?” I called out, stepping inside.
Silence.
Something felt wrong. The living room was tidy, as usual, but the air felt heavy, like the calm before a storm. My heart began to beat faster, but I told myself I was overreacting. Maybe he’d just forgotten to lock up in his rush to get ready for our celebration.
Still holding the champagne, I made my way down the hallway toward his bedroom. My heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor, the only sound in the quiet apartment. That’s when I heard it.
A woman’s soft moans.
At first, I thought I was imagining things, but then Adrian’s voice followed. It was low and rough, almost unrecognizable.
“Do you like that, baby?”
I froze, my entire body going cold.
This couldn’t be happening.
For a moment, I just stood there, my mind racing to make sense of what I was hearing. Maybe it wasn’t what it sounded like. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. I wanted to believe that more than anything.
But I had to know.
With shaky hands, I pushed the door open.
What I saw knocked the breath out of me.
Adrian was on top of a woman, his body moving against hers in a way that left no doubt about what they were doing. Her bright red nails dug into his back as she moaned his name, her fiery red hair spread across the pillow. I couldn’t see her face, but it didn’t matter. The truth was right in front of me.
The bottle of champagne slipped from my hands, crashing to the floor. The sound was deafening in the silence that followed.
Adrian’s head snapped up. “Clairessa!”
He scrambled off the bed, grabbing for something to cover himself, but I couldn’t bear to look at him. My chest felt like it was caving in, and my legs felt weak.
I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t face him or the woman he was with. Without saying a word, I turned and ran.
“Claire, wait!” Adrian’s voice was desperate, but I didn’t stop.
Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled down the stairs, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I had to get out.
When I finally stopped running, I found myself standing at Jessica’s door. My hands were shaking as I knocked, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
The door opened, and Jessica’s face immediately filled with concern. “Claire? What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The tears I had been holding back came flooding out as I stepped inside and threw my arms around her.
“Adrian…” My voice cracked. “I caught him with someone else.”
Jessica stiffened, her arms tightening around me. “What? That bastard!”
“He was in bed with another woman,” I sobbed. “I saw him... with her.”
Jessica guided me to the couch and sat me down, holding me close as I cried. “I’m so sorry, Claire,” she said softly, her voice full of anger and sadness. “You didn’t deserve this.”
“I thought he loved me,” I whispered. “I thought we were happy.”
Jessica pulled back to look at me, her expression fierce. “Listen to me. This isn’t your fault. Adrian is an idiot who doesn’t know what he’s losing. You’ve always been too good for him.”
“But I don’t know what to do now,” I said, my voice breaking again.
Jessica wiped a tear from my cheek. “What you’re not going to do is sit here crying over him. He doesn’t deserve your tears.”
“I can’t help it,” I said. “I loved him. I built my whole world around him.”
“And now it’s time to build a new world—one without him,” Jessica said firmly. “You’ve spent too much time putting him first, Claire. It’s time to put yourself first.”
Her words stirred something inside me. I didn’t want to feel this way—weak, broken, powerless. I wanted to feel strong again.
Jessica stood up and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. “We’re going out tonight. No rules, no regrets. Just you and me, having fun and forgetting about him.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I admitted.
“You can,” she said with a determined look. “And you will. Trust me, Claire. This is what you need.”
I hesitated but then nodded. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Jessica’s face lit up with a grin. “That’s my girl. And I know just the place—the private billionaire’s club I’ve been telling you about. It’s perfect.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “That doesn’t really sound like my kind of place.”
“It’s not,” she said, laughing. “But maybe that’s exactly why you need to go. Step out of your comfort zone, Claire. Show the world—and Adrian—that you’re not the kind of woman who stays down.”
I didn’t have the energy to argue. Within minutes, Jessica had transformed me into someone I barely recognized.
The dress she picked was tight and black, with red velvet laces on the sides that clung to my body. It was shorter than anything I’d ever worn, stopping just above my thighs. My makeup was bold, with smoky eyes and bright red lips, and my hair hung in soft waves around my face.
When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. She looked confident, daring, and fearless—everything I didn’t feel but wanted to be.
The old me was gone. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure I wanted her back.
Gabriel’s POV I clenched my fists to stop myself from doing something reckless. “No, you can’t,” I barked. “Adrian came home drunk out of his damn mind. And you—” My eyes narrowed. “Have you been drinking?” She tossed her hair back, casual and defiant. “Maybe.” That answer should’ve fueled the fury already building in my chest and pushed me closer to losing it. Not sparked a twisted urge to taste the alcohol on her lips. “You’ve got some nerve,” I muttered, pushing back the dark thoughts. She folded her arms. “You don’t have any right to be jealous. Adrian’s an adult. So am I. Besides, he’s my—” “Ex-boyfriend,” I corrected through gritted teeth. “And you told me you didn’t want him. So what the hell is going on now?” She tilted her head, slowly, deliberately. Her voice dropped to a soft, almost teasing lilt. “Maybe my feelings have changed.” A violent surge of jealousy tore through me—hot, reckless, blinding. It twisted into something darker. Rougher. A raw, aching desire
Gabriel’s POV I’d been pacing back and forth across the living room like a lunatic, my fingers raking through my hair so much I could’ve torn it out. It was past midnight. Adrian still wasn’t home, but he wasn’t the reason I was close to losing my mind. Clairessa hadn’t come back either. No call. No text. Not even a damn emoji. I’d reached out all day—called, messaged. Nothing. And of all the damn days she could disappear on me, it had to be today. It had to be this one. The day I’d planned a grand surprise for her—just for her. I’d been working on it for weeks. Quietly. Meticulously. Had people handling the details, making sure everything was ready. And today—of all days—it was finally done. And the timing couldn’t have been better. She’d crushed the pitch on the Randolph Project—I watched her speak, command the room, leave everyone floored. Even Randolph himself, the CEO, looked at her like she was the best thing to happen to his company in a decade. I was so damn proud.
Clairessa’s POV “What the hell?” We rushed out into the hallway, shock crawling up my spine like a cold chill. And there he was. Adrian. In a fistfight. The crowd parted just enough for us to see him—Adrian—locked in a full-blown fistfight with some guy in a designer blazer. The other man was wailing on him, punch after punch, while Brian shouted for them to stop and forcefully pulled them apart. Now, Adrian and the other guy were fuming, glaring at each other like rabid dogs as stunned guests watched with murmurs of disappointment. "You're done for in this city!" Adrian spat at the man, pushing against Brian's grip. My voice rose before I could stop it. "Adrian!” He turned toward me. Blood trickled from his lip. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with drunken haze and something that looked a lot like guilt. “Claire?” he said, blinking. He stumbled forward. “What are you… doing here?” “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk,” he slurred, staggering. “Just
Clairessa’s POV At a closer look, the mystery man was tall and lean, with sun-kissed blond hair that brushed his shoulders and a clean jawline. Striking bone structure—surfer-model attractive. An effortless charm played across his face, and his eyes brightened the moment they landed on Jess. He stepped back with practiced ease, meeting both our gazes. “Jess. I thought that was you.” I smiled, slow and knowing. “Yes. It is definitely Jess.” Jess shot me a daggered look that could've sliced the champagne glass in my hand. I grinned back. “How do you know my friend?” He extended a hand, his voice calm and laced with amusement. “I’m Brian. We met at an art exhibition in Florence. Brief... but memorable.” Jess muttered under her breath, “An experience I’d like to forget.” Brian tilted his head. “Sorry, I missed that?” “She said she’s surprised to see you. That’s all,” I cut in sweetly, flashing a casual smile. “I hope it’s a good surprise, then.” He held out his hand again. “Fo
Clairessa’s POVJess’s whole posture shifted. She went still, lips pressing into a tight line. “What about him?”I glanced up, helpless. “He said he misses me. That he wants me back.”Jess gasped like I’d just told her I was secretly royalty. “I’m sorry—what?!” She scooted closer, practically bouncing. “You are not about to drop that bomb and leave me hanging. Spill. Every. Detail.”So I did.I told her everything.About the conversation in his office.The way he looked at me.His apology.His confession.How his words made my heart stutter—even though I hated that they did.How I walked out.And now? I didn’t even know what the hell I felt anymore.Jess leaned back slowly, folding her arms. “Damn. That man never does anything halfway, does he?”“Tell me about it.”She gently massaged my legs, eyes thoughtful. “So… what do you want to do?”I swallowed hard. “I don’t know. My emotions are spiraling. It’s like I can’t even tell what’s real anymore. I want to say I’m over him—that I’m do
Clairessa’s POVStill trying to catch my breath after what just happened in Gabriel’s office, I stepped into the hall—only to come face to face with the last person I wanted to deal with.Adrian.Leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting all day.He straightened the moment he saw me.“Clairessa—hey, wait—”“No.” I brushed past him, but he fell into step beside me.“Just let me explain. Please.”“You had all day yesterday to explain,” I snapped, not slowing down.“I called you over a hundred times. And instead of answering like a decent person or replying to a single text, you ghosted me—knowing how important today was. And now I’m supposed to stand here and listen to whatever crap you have to say?”He dragged a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t thinking straight after our last conversation. I… I just need you to try to understand me.”I stopped mid-stride and spun on him.“Understand you? You mean like I was supposed to when you cheated? Or today—when I had to cover for you becau