LOGINLILA’S POVTHREE YEARS LATER The first thing I heard on my wedding morning was Ellen crying.Not loudly… just soft sniffles from the corner of the bridal suite, where she stood with a tissue pressed under her eyes and a glass of champagne untouched in her other hand.“Aunt Ellen,” I said, turning away from the mirror. “If you start, I’ll start.”“I’m not starting,” she said quickly, then sniffed again. “I’m just breathing emotionally.”That made the whole room laugh.My bridesmaids were fussing with flowers, earrings, perfume, the veil, the little emergency kit no one needed but everyone kept opening anyway. The suite overlooked the gardens of Ambrosia’s oldest hotel, the first property Adrian’s father had ever bought before the company became a global name.It had been Adrian’s idea to marry here.“This place started everything for my family,” he’d told me. “It should witness the start of ours properly.”Properly.That word had stayed with me.The first time we got married, I had w
LILA’S POVFor the first ten minutes of the drive, I said nothing.The city slid past the window in a blur of glass buildings, traffic lights, and people living normal lives. Some people talking busily on phones, some relaxing in a cafe, all of them living their own interesting, varied lives. Everything outside looked ordinary, which made the mess inside my chest feel even worse.I pressed my fingers into my lap until my nails left small half-moon marks on my skin.Taylor drove in silence. He was good at that. Most of Adrian’s people were good at silence. They moved quietly, always knew too much but said little. But this time, I needed someone to say something.“Taylor,” I said.His eyes flicked to me in the rearview mirror. “Yes, ma’am?”“Is it true?”“Is what true, ma’am?” I sighed. “About Jason?” I asked. “Did you keep him at the lakehouse?”For a few seconds, only the sound of the road filled the car.Then Taylor said, “We did, ma’am.”My breath caught, even though some part o
ADRIAN’S POV“Goodbye, Adrian.”For a moment, I could not move. Lila stood in front of me with tears on her face, her shoulders straight, her eyes full of pain I had put there. She looked smaller than she should have in the middle of that hallway, but not weak.“Lila,” I said quietly. “Don’t go.”She turned away.I followed before I could stop myself. “Please. Stay. We can talk about this properly.”“There’s nothing to talk about.”“There is everything to talk about.”She kept walking toward the stairs.I stepped in front of her without touching her. “I made a mistake. I should have told you. I know that now.”She looked up at me, eyes shining. “You only know it because I found out.”I deserved that.“I was going to tell you tonight.”She gave a broken little laugh. “That makes it worse.”“Lila—”“No,” she said. “You don’t get to explain it until it sounds reasonable.”I wanted to argue. God help me, I wanted to say everything at once. But nothing I’d say would help my cause, because
LILA’S POVI dropped the dress and ran. By the time I reached the stairs, the front hall was already a battlefield.Adrian stood near the entrance, still in his suit from work, his jaw tight and his eyes sharp with fury. Luke stood a few feet away, looking calm on the surface but tense in the shoulders. Taylor was nearby, watching both men like he was ready to move if one of them so much as breathed wrong.Vanessa had disappeared, probably wanting no part of this. I was glad for that. “What are you doing on my property?” Adrian demanded.Luke lifted his chin. “Lila was upset; I drove her home.”“And that gives you permission to stand in my driveway?”“No,” Luke said. “But I don’t know what happened, and I don’t know you. All I know is she was crying, and somehow you are at the center of it.”The air seemed to snap.Adrian stepped forward. “Careful.”Luke did not back down. “I am being careful. That’s why I’m still here.”I saw Adrian’s hand curl into a fist. I knew what would follow…
LILA’S POVMy heart was beating so hard it felt painful, but I refused to let anyone see that. Not here. Not in Tra Que’s glass conference room, where anyone passing by could look in and see my personal life falling apart again.I took a breath and looked at Jason. “We’ll talk. But not here.”His eyes narrowed. “Where?”“Outside,” I said. “I’m not creating a scene in my workplace.”For a second, I thought he might argue. Then he nodded.I turned to Luke. “It’s okay.”Luke’s expression said he disagreed.“Lila—”“I’ll be right outside,” I said gently. “I promise.”He looked between Jason and me, then gave a reluctant nod. “I’ll be close.”Jason scoffed, but I ignored him.As we walked through the office, I kept my face calm. People glanced up from their desks. A few smiled politely. No one knew that my stomach was twisting with every step.Your husband isn’t what he seems.What had Jason found?I led him to a small bench near the side of the building, partly hidden by potted palms an
LILA’S POVThe next morning, I dressed for work and went downstairs. The smell of breakfast reached me before I entered the dining room. Toasted bread, eggs, coffee, and fruit. Everything had already been laid out with the quiet perfection of Adrian’s house.Then I saw them.Adrian and Vanessa were already at the table.They were sitting close together, shoulders nearly touching, bent over some document between them. Vanessa’s hair was brushed and tied loosely at the back of her neck. She looked better than she had the night before, but her face was still pale, her eyes still red from crying.Adrian was speaking softly to her, one finger resting on a line in the document.My steps slowed.Then Adrian looked up. The second he saw me, he stood.“Good morning,” he said.The suddenness of it made Vanessa look up, too.“Good morning,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “Morning, Vanessa.”Vanessa gave me a small nod. “Morning.”I took the seat across from them and placed my handbag near
LILA’S POVThe doorbell rang while I was upstairs.I was sitting cross-legged on my bed with my laptop open, working on the recipe book Anita had entrusted to me. The bell rang again.Then I heard movement downstairs. Footsteps. A low voice. The front door opening.I expected one of the staff to h
LILA’S POV“The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.”I lowered my phone.It had been two days since Jason publicly declared he still loved me, and the city decided my life was a romance drama that needed audience voting. Two days since I decided, against my better judgment, th
ADRIAN’S POVI stood at the head of the conference table in my Ambrosia office, sleeves rolled up, eyes moving across the latest ownership transfer plan for Montero Construction while my legal team sat around me.Jackson Hart, one of the senior corporate lawyers, adjusted his glasses and looked dow
LILA’S POVBy noon, the living room looked less like a house and more like a crime archive.Monica had arrived with a giant takeaway coffee and her laptop, and in time, Adrian’s lawyers arrived as well. “I emailed Daphne’s family this morning, by the way,” Monica said, sipping her coffee. “Her sis







