LOGINKELVIN'S POVMarcus smiles one last time before climbing into his SUV.The engine starts.The taillights disappear beyond the gates. Only then do I look down at the photograph still resting on my car.Sandra steps beside me."What is it?"I don't answer immediately.Not because I'm hiding it but because I'm already exhausted. I hand her the photograph.She studies it, her expression changes almost instantly.It's subtle, just a flicker.Confusion.Then something sharper.The picture shows me sitting inside a quiet restaurant with a woman around sixty years old. She's holding my hand across the table while I'm leaning forward, saying something the camera can't hear.Without context, it looks intimate.Sandra stares at it a second longer than I expected.Then she quietly asks,"Who is she?"The question isn't angry.It's careful.I look at her."You thought…..."She immediately groans. "I know. I know how this looks.""You were jealous.""I was not.""You absolutely were.""It lasted f
SANDRA'S POVI spend the entire drive to my childhood home wondering if this is a terrible idea.Kelvin glances at me before stopping at a red light."You've sighed six times.""I counted five.""I missed one while driving.""I appreciate your commitment to accuracy."He smiles."You can still change your mind.""So can you.""I've already worn the uncomfortable suit.""I picked that suit.""I know.""If tonight goes badly...""I'm blaming your fashion choices."A laugh escapes me before I can stop it."That's better.""What is?""You laughed.""I also feel like throwing up.""We can multitask."I roll my eyes."I forgot how annoying you are.""No, you got used to it."When the car stops outside the Nicholson house, neither of us reaches for the door.The porch light glows softly.Everything looks exactly the same, everything feels completely different.Kelvin quietly clears his throat."If your dad throws me out...""I'll leave with you.""If he throws both of us out?""We'll order p
KELVIN'S POVJoseph's name stays on my phone long after it stops ringing.I stare at the screen.Rachel walks into my office carrying a folder, notices my expression, and immediately changes direction."I'll come back.""Rachel."She stops."If I don't return in two hours…..." She blinks. “Should I call security?"I almost smile."No.""The police?""No."She thinks for a second. "Your therapist?""I don't have one.""That's becoming increasingly obvious."Despite everything, a laugh slips out.She nods toward my phone."Him?""Yes."She doesn't ask another question."I'll cancel your afternoon.""You don't know what this meeting is.""I know you're wearing that face.""What face?""The one that says you'd rather negotiate with sharks."An hour later, I pull into the private golf club where Joseph and I spent nearly twenty years closing business deals.The clubhouse hasn't changed.The lake still reflects the afternoon sun. The eighteenth green still slopes to the left.Everything lo
SANDRA'S POVSunday somehow feels familiar again enough to make me miss what used to be.The gates of the Nicholson house slide open, and before I can reach the front door, Margaret appears on the porch with both hands on her hips.She looks me up and down.Then sighs dramatically."Oh, this is unacceptable."I blink. “Good afternoon to you too.""You've lost weight.""I have not.""You absolutely have."I laugh."You said the same thing three weeks ago.""And I was right then too."Before I can defend myself, the gardener waves from the lawn."Miss Sandra! Welcome home!"Home.The word still catches me off guard.I wave back."Good morning, Mr. Lewis.""You haven't visited enough. The roses were starting to complain."Margaret nods seriously."They asked me yesterday."I stare at both of them."You're making fun of me."Mr. Lewis grins."We learned from your father."Margaret opens the front door."And from you."The house feels warmer today. The chef pokes his head out of the kitche
KELVIN'S POVBy seven the next morning, every television inside Clayton Global is talking about my car.One channel zooms in on the word HOMEWRECKER like it's breaking economic news. Another debates whether vandalism is an understandable emotional reaction. Social media has already turned the photo into a thousand opinions from people who've never met me.I mute the television.The silence lasts exactly three seconds before my office phone rings.Rachel walks in carrying a stack of files and two coffees."Good morning," she says brightly. "You're trending again.""I've always hated being popular.""I noticed." She places a coffee on my desk. "One investor canceled breakfast, another requested an emergency meeting, and three reporters are pretending to be delivery drivers downstairs.""They're getting creative.""One came dressed as a florist."I look up."You're joking.""I wish I were. Security confiscated twelve roses."Despite myself, I laugh.Rachel points toward the coffee."Dr
SANDRA'S POVThe ballroom falls so quiet that I can hear Austin's footsteps against the polished marble floor.Nobody moves.Austin stops barely two feet away from us.He isn't glaring at Kelvin, he's looking at me. Like he's trying to find someone he used to know.Kelvin's fingers brush mine.Not pulling me behind him or pushing me forward, just reminding me I'm not alone.Austin notices.A tired smile touches his face before disappearing almost immediately."I should've expected that," he says quietly. "Still…... seeing it is different."My throat tightens."Austin…...""No." He shakes his head. "Actually…... wait. Maybe yes. I don't know." He laughs without humor and rubs the back of his neck. "I've rehearsed this conversation about a hundred times, and somehow every version disappeared the second I walked over here."Nobody around us pretends to continue talking anymore.The gala has become background noise.Austin exhales slowly."Just answer one thing."I nod.He looks directly
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 mis
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 d
SANDRA’S POVThe door slams behind me harder than I expect, the sound echoing down the hallway like a gunshot.I keep walking fast anyway. If I stop, even for a second, I know I’ll lose it completely.My legs feel weird beneath me, stiff and heavy at the same time, like my body is moving without wa
SANDRA’S POV“So this is what you’ve been doing?” My voice shakes no matter how hard I try to steady it. “F*cking my best friend behind my back?”Pamela grabs the blanket fast, pulling it against her chest with trembling hands like covering herself changes anything.Austin barely reacts. That’s the







