LOGINSANDRA'S POVThe first thing I notice when I wake up is silence.For a few seconds, I lie there staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, confused about where I am and why my neck hurts.Then everything comes back.The penthouse.The conversation.The confession.My eyes close again because the memory hits all at once.I told him, I actually told him and somehow the world didn't end.A strange feeling spreads through my chest, happiness.Real happiness.The realization should feel wonderful instead it scares me because happiness shouldn't look like this.It shouldn't involve secrets. It shouldn't involve lies, it definitely shouldn't involve my fiancé's father.Yet here I am, happier than I've been in months, maybe years.I sit up slowly and glance around the living room.A blanket covers me.Someone placed a bottle of water on the coffee table beside the couch.Kelvin.The simple thought makes me smile, then immediately makes me nervous.This is a disaster, a wonderful disaster but still a d
KELVIN'S POVFor a second, I genuinely forget how to breathe.The words hang between us while neither of us moves, and I just stand there staring at Sandra because I've imagined hearing those words a hundred different times and somehow none of those versions prepared me for the reality.Not because I didn't know.God knows I knew.Every conversation, every look. Every moment neither of us wanted to end.I've known for a long time but hearing it aloud changes everything because feelings can be ignored.Confessions can't.The line we've spent months trying not to cross no longer exists and neither does the illusion that we're still pretending.Sandra's eyes are shining with tears.Her breathing is uneven.She's terrified, so am I.The difference is that she just found the courage to say it.I haven't.For several seconds, neither of us speaks.The silence isn't awkward, it's overwhelming because there are moments that divide your life into before and after.This is one of them.Sandra s
SANDRA'S POVThe first time Austin checks my location, I convince myself it's concern.The second time, I call it insecurity.By the fifth time in three days, I stop lying to myself."I'm just asking where you were."Austin is standing in my kitchen holding his phone while I stare at him from across the island, and the casual tone he's trying to use doesn't match the irritation tightening his jaw."No," I reply quietly, setting my coffee down. "You're asking why I wasn't where you expected me to be."His eyes narrow."Those are different things.""Are they?"The question slips out before I can stop it.Austin laughs.Not because anything is funny but because he's frustrated."Seriously, Sandra? What is happening with you lately?"The answer rises immediately.Everything.Instead, I stay silent.Austin drags a hand through his hair and starts pacing."You don't answer calls." I look at him. "You called seven times in forty minutes.""I was worried.""No." My voice comes out sharper than
KELVIN'S POVI should have canceled, and the thought follows me through the entire drive as one reason after another lines up in my head because I should have called, should have texted, and should have done something sensible for once, yet despite knowing better, I'm still on my way to another mistake. The café is quiet for a Saturday afternoon, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop in a part of the city where nobody pays attention to anyone else. Soft music drifts through hidden speakers while people sit with laptops and coffee cups, completely absorbed in their own lives.Sandra is already there.She's sitting beside the window with a cup of coffee she hasn't touched, and the second she notices me walking toward her, something in my chest loosens.I slide into the seat across from her.For a few seconds neither of us speaks.The silence feels familiar now. Like we're both carrying things we haven't figured out how to say."You look tired."Sandra's voice is soft, concerned.
SANDRA'S POVThe problem with questions is that once they get inside your head, they don't leave.They multiply, one becomes ten,ten becomes a hundred.And eventually you're lying awake at three in the morning staring at the ceiling while your entire future tears itself apart in a dozen different directions.What if.The question follows me everywhere. Into class,into conversations,into sleep.Into silence.What if I leave Austin?The thought arrives during a lecture and immediately makes my stomach tighten because the answer should be simple.Instead it isn't, and not because Austin is perfect because he definitely isn't, as the memory of him and Pamela together crashes into my head without warning, bringing the familiar ache with it because that betrayal still hurts in ways I don't like admitting, and some part of me suspects it always will. People keep acting like enough time has passed, like apologies should have fixed everything, but trust doesn't work that way.Once it's broken
KELVIN'S POVMarcus Webb doesn't strike me as the type of man who enjoys golf.The realization arrives halfway through lunch while he stands beside a putting green overlooking one of the most expensive country clubs in Los Angeles, smiling politely at investors and executives while pretending this gathering is about networking instead of information.Men like Marcus don't attend events.They study them.They study people.And today he's studying me. I know it before he says a single word.The lunch itself is harmless enough on the surface as investors discuss acquisitions, market projections, and expansion plans while waiters move between tables carrying drinks and perfectly arranged meals, yet every time I glance in Marcus's direction, I find him watching conversations instead of participating in them.The same way predators don't chase immediately, they wait."Clayton Global's acquisition numbers are impressive."Marcus appears beside me so quietly I almost don't hear him approach.







