The moment she said, “I don’t love you,” I felt the heart that was previously happy inside of me crack.It didn’t give a dramatic sound like the shatter of glass, but the quiet, brutal kind of break you only feel in your chest when the air suddenly refuses to move through your lungs due to external forces caused by an unpalatable situation.She’d stepped out of the car like she was fleeing a fire, her small frame stiff with resolve, and her bag clutched like a shield to her chest tightly. And me? I just sat there, watching her silhouette vanish behind the gate, her shadow swallowed by the streetlamp glow. I couldn’t do anything at that moment.I didn’t move, even when the engine hummed beneath me and the street emptiness and silence engulfed my brain and thoughts. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, and my chest tight from insufficient air.Cassie had broken up with me.No, not just broken up. She’d gutted me with words I knew weren’t true. I’d seen it in her eyes, in the
Cassie sat by the window of the car the whole ride home, her reflection in the glass fractured by the blinding city lights. Nicholas’s hand rested on the gear shift, close enough that she could have reached out, curled her fingers around his, and leaned into the warmth she always sought in him.But this time, she didn’t. She just couldn’t. Every word of the message she’d received in the restroom was etched in her brain like a scar: Step back or her promotion vanishes.Her mother’s dream and her mother’s entire life’s work were on the line. No matter how she thought about it, she had no choice but to let go.When the car slowed in front of her gate, Nicholas glanced at her. “You’ve been so quiet. Is something wrong?”Her heart squeezed at the softness in his tone. His face was half in shadow, with his sharp jawline and those eyes that always seemed to see right through her defenses. She wanted to scream, to cling to him, to say please don’t make me do this. Instead, she forced steel in
The office felt different that morning and it was lighter somehow, like everyone had collectively agreed not to pile on one more deadline. Maybe it was because we all knew this was it. The last day of our internship was finally here.I hugged my folder of notes to my chest, heading down the hallway, when I almost collided with Zara at the archive room door. Papers nearly slipped from her hand, and for a second, we both froze.It was awkward. You know the kind of silence that makes your stomach flip because of everything unsaid. She shifted first, adjusting the file she was carrying. “Submitting my last one.”I nodded. “Me too.”We lingered like that for a breath too long before Zara inhaled, straightened her back, and said quietly, “Cassie… I’m sorry. For everything that had happened. For crossing lines I shouldn’t have and for letting my fears about losing control push me to hurt you. I thought I was helping, but really, I was projecting. I didn’t want you to make the same mistakes I
|Cassie|Everything went on as usual throughout the following days. I decided not to give any room for the threat I was receiving constantly and just focused on Nicholas while I prepared to return to school.My mom and friends had been bugging me about the dress for the farewell but I just wasn’t in the mood for something like that. However, they wouldn’t back down, of course. That morning, I woke up after a long call with Nicholas through the night.I had barely pulled the curtains open when Chloe and Mia barged into my room with the kind of energy only best friends carry.“Cassie, your closet looks like a crime scene,” Mia announced, tossing open the wardrobe doors dramatically. “How are we supposed to find a dress for tomorrow’s farewell if it looks like a thrift store exploded in here?”I rolled my eyes and tugged at the hem of my sweatshirt. “It’s called organized chaos.”Chloe laughed, already tugging hangers off the rack. “Organized chaos, my foot. This looks like an archaeolog
Nicholas woke up with a start, though the morning was quiet, golden light filtering across his bedroom. He hadn’t truly slept. His body had lain down, yes, but his mind had circled Genevieve like a hawk all night. The way her shadow had crept into his life again, the way Cassie’s laughter seemed more fragile lately, the unspoken danger in the air—it was all piling in his chest.He swung his legs over the bed and reached for his phone, scrolling to a number he hadn’t dialed in months.“Reed,” the voice answered after two rings, gruff and alert, like a man who never wasted words.Nicholas pinched the bridge of his nose. “I need a full background check and tail.”“Target?”“Genevieve.” He didn’t bother with her maiden name. “Everywhere she’s been in the last six months. Who she talks to, where she spends her nights, and where she gets her money. I want names, faces, and receipts. Nothing should or must be omitted.”There was a pause, then a faint whistle. “Ex-wife?”“Don’t editorialize.
Nicholas’s voice shifted, deeper now, like he was finally peeling back the last layer of a wound that had festered too long.“I stayed with her,” he said simply. “Even after the rumor. Though Victoria pulled away. I thought maybe loyalty would fix what was broken. That if I held on tightly enough, if I loved her hard enough, it would erase the cracks. So I stayed. And eventually… I married her.”My throat tightened. “You married her knowing—?”“That she could destroy people with lies?” he finished for me, with a humorless smile. “Yes. I knew. But I told myself marriage would change her. That maybe if she had something solid to hold onto, she’d stop needing to sabotage everything around her.”He shook his head slowly. “I was wrong. So very wrong. It was the worst decision of my life.”I didn’t interrupt, though a hundred questions clawed at my lips. I let him speak.“Genevieve was already cheating on me before the wedding. I didn’t know then. She hid it well, covered her tracks, and pl