LOGINKELVIN'S POVThe first thing I notice when I arrive at the engagement celebration is the size of it.The second thing I notice is Sandra.The venue is packed.Crystal chandeliers hang from high ceilings while servers move through the crowd carrying champagne trays. Cameras flash from every direction, reporters gather near the entrance, and conversations echo across the ballroom as investors, executives, politicians, community leaders, and family friends fill the room.Austin wasn't exaggerating. Half the city is here, which means there is absolutely nowhere to hide, and unfortunately, hiding is exactly what I need tonight. Sandra is standing on the opposite side of the room in a dark blue dress, smiling politely at guests while looking every bit as trapped as I feel. For one brief second, our eyes meet, the contact lasting less than a heartbeat before she looks away. I do the same because that's what tonight requires—distance, pretending, and lies. The realization leaves a bitter ta
SANDRA'S POVThe strangest part is that everything should feel different, yet somehow it doesn't or maybe it does, just not in the way I expected. The world didn't stop after the confession. Classes still happen, traffic still exists, and people still drink coffee, complain about deadlines, and make plans for the weekend while life keeps moving forward like nothing has changed. Meanwhile, I can't stop thinking about one thing. Kelvin loves me. The thought still feels unreal, dangerous, wonderful, and terrifying all at once, and every time it slips into my head, my chest tightens. Not entirely from fear, but from hope, and hope might be the most dangerous thing of all. Three days after the confession, I meet him again, and this time there is no elaborate planning or dramatic secrecy involved. It starts with a text, then a location, and eventually me walking into a quiet restaurant tucked between two office buildings downtown. The moment I see him, something inside me settles, a
KELVIN'S POVThe first sign that Marcus Webb has stopped treating this like business arrives on a Tuesday morning.His assistant calls before eight."Mr. Webb would like another copy of the report."I glance up from my laptop.Another copy.The third copy this week.My stomach tightens immediately because normal people don't reread investigator reports three times.Obsessed people do.The call ends.Outside my office window, Los Angeles stretches endlessly beneath a clear blue sky while employees move through Clayton Global headquarters and meetings fill calendars across multiple departments.Everything looks normal from the outside, with employees moving through the building and meetings filling calendars across the company, but nothing feels normal anymore because Marcus isn't investigating now—he's hunting. And hunters don't stop when they're curious; they stop when they finally catch something, or someone. Across the city, Marcus sits alone inside his office surrounded by files
SANDRA'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 POVLos Angeles alive in that quiet, distant way it gets at night. The city moves around us. Inside the car was silence. I keep my eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, posture controlled like always.She sits beside me, close enough that I’m aware of her without looking, every smal
SANDRA’S POVClayton house is exactly what I expected. Everything is placed exactly where it should be, the lighting soft but controlled, the air quiet in a way that doesn’t feel peaceful, just measured.Like nothing here is allowed to go wrong. The long dining table stretches between us. I sit dow
KELVIN’S POVThe city looks calm from up here. Glass buildings, steady traffic, everything moving the way it’s supposed to, cars sliding through intersections, people crossing streets like nothing ever breaks, like everything always fits into place if you follow the lines.I should feel the same. I
SANDRA’S POV The sunlight floods the dining room, spilling across the table and marble floor like everything is normal but the weight in my chest refuses to move.Breakfast sits untouched in front of me, toast, eggs, coffee already growing cold. Across from me, Dad flips through a stack of documen







