LOGINSarah’s POVI hoped to see Roody follow behind him, but he didn’t. Mr. Adrian walked in alone.He wore a deep blue suit that looked incredibly expensive. The fabric was smooth and perfectly fitted to his tall frame, the jacket sharp at the shoulders and the trousers falling clean and straight. The color caught the light in a way that made it look even richer, like polished sapphire.Penelope, who had been laughing at my worn-out shoes just a few seconds ago, suddenly stopped. Her mouth hung open like a fish out of water. She quickly fixed her hair and straightened her chest, trying to look pretty, then walked toward him with a bright smile on her face.“Welcome to Lumière House, sir!” Penelope said in a high, sweet voice she only used for rich customers. “How can I help you today?”Mr. Adrian ignored Penelope’s sweet voice. His eyes moved slowly around the room until they found me standing behind the counter.“I’m here to buy a diamond necklace from your exclusive collection,” he sai
Sarah’s POV He didn’t look like my husband anymore. He looked like a mean stranger who was trying to catch me in a lie. He stood there holding Lily, but his eyes were fixed on my hand. My fingers were squeezed tight around the blue piece of paper. "What is that, Sarah?" he asked, his voice very low. It was the kind of low voice he used right before he started shouting. "It is nothing, Sean," I said, trying to make my voice sound normal, but it shook. "It is just a piece of trash. Lily found it on the floor." At that moment, I could feel sweat on my palms. Sean stepped toward me, he didn't look happy. "If it is trash, why are you holding it like it is made of gold? You just hurt Lily’s hand to get it. Give it to me." He reached out his hand. He expected me to drop the paper into his palm. For the past seven years, that is exactly what I would have done. I was the good wife, the quiet wife who always did what he said because I believed we loved each other. But looking at him no
Sarah’s POV I grabbed my phone, my fingers fumbling with the camera app. I lifted the first page and took a picture, then moved to the next and the next, making sure every word was clear. My eyes caught bank transfers, forged signatures, and names I didn’t recognize. My chest tightened, but I didn’t stop. I dug deeper into the box, pulling out deeds for properties I never knew he owned and bank statements from offshore accounts with balances that made my head spin. Millions of dollars… my money. I kept taking photos until my hand ached. I tucked the papers back exactly as I had found them, and closed the lid. I slid the lock into place, and shoved the box back into the dark corner of the closet. After my bath that night, I walked slowly to the bed and lay down in the dark, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts refused to settle. I reached for my phone, my fingers tightening around it as the screen lit up my face. My thumb hovered over Sean’s name for a long moment, my breath
Sarah’s POV "You... you are... Sean, you are home?" I stammered. Ethan gasped. “Mom!” Lily jumped back, grabbing my leg. “It fell!” They both stared at the floor, then slowly lifted their eyes to Sean. The excitement on their faces faded. “Daddy!” They echoed. They ran toward him, their small feet thumping on the floor. I stood by the door, my fingers still curled as if I were holding the bag that now lay on the floor. The smell of lemon butter and expensive seafood filled the sitting room. “Daddy, you’re back!” Ethan said, reaching out to touch Sean’s knee, then stopped when he saw the bandages. “What happened to your head? Does it hurt?” Lily climbed onto the sofa beside Sean and touched his arm gently. “Daddy, we missed you. Where did you go? Mom said you were working very hard.” Sean didn't move, speak nor hug them. His body was stiff, like he was frozen, but his eyes moved from the children to the spill on the floor. “Dad, look!” Ethan said, pointing at the mess by my fe
Sarah’s POV Valerie leaned across the white tablecloth further. The diamonds on her fingers caught the light, sparkling so brightly they almost blinded me. "Sean thinks he is the master of this game, he thinks he is a genius because he kept us in two different worlds, he thinks the 'rich trophy girlfriend' and the 'poor shop wife' would never sit at the same table. He thinks we are enemies that would never meet, Sarah. But he is wrong." I looked down at my hands. My nails were short and blunt, while my skin felt dry from years of washing dishes and scrubbing floors, then I looked at Valerie’s perfect manicure. "Aren't we enemies?" I whispered. "I mean… I'm the woman who has his children. You are the woman who has his heart, and his money… Don't you feel bad that I may…" "No," Valerie said, cutting me off. She reached out and gripped my hands. "Honestly, I feel pity for you. And woman to woman, Sarah... I am going to help you. I’m going to help you get everything back. Not just f
Sarah's POV "Tell me, Sarah," he whispered. "Did you answer a call on my phone yesterday? Because someone spent twenty minutes talking to this number..." I felt the air leave the room as Sean held the phone out, the screen glowing with that single call. There was no name saved… just the number, but I knew that number had been saved yesterday as Valerie when I answered it, and now he had deleted it, leaving only the bare number. I had spent twenty minutes talking to his secret world, and now he knew. "I’m asking you a very simple question, Sarah," Sean said. His voice was low and dangerous. "Did you answer my phone?" "No," I whispered, forcing myself to look him in the eye. "I didn't answer it, Sean. I told you, I was a mess, I was walking for hours. The phone was at the bottom of my bag. It must have... it must have bumped against something. You know how these new phones are. They are sensitive." Sean’s jaw tightened. He didn't believe me, he never believed anyone. He leaned fo
Sarah’s POVMrs. Asher didn’t move or blink. She sat very still, her hand warm and steady over mine.“What exactly do you mean, Sarah?” she asked quietly.“Sean isn’t poor, Mrs. Asher,” I whispered, tears already filling my eyes. “He is a billionaire. He has a secret bank card… a secret life. He…
Sarah’s POV I hoped to see Roody follow behind him, but he didn’t. Mr. Adrian walked in alone. He wore a deep blue suit that looked incredibly expensive. The fabric was smooth and perfectly fitted to his tall frame, the jacket sharp at the shoulders and the trousers falling clean and straight. Th
Sarah’s POV The silence in the penthouse was no longer peaceful. It was a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed against my lungs until I thought they would burst. I stood in the center of her massive, beautiful living room watching her as she remained frozen by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The
Sarah’s POV When he noticed me, he turned his sharp eyes on me. There was no warmth in them, no relief that his wife had come back. There was only something cold… something calculating. "Sarah," he muttered. The sound of my name felt like a threat. "You left. The nurse said you walked out hours ag







