LOGINBella PovI found out about Karen's book tour on a Wednesday morning when Tanya sent me a link with three exclamation marks. Karen Tyler was doing a Q&A at Ridgeline Books on Saturday afternoon. The caption on the event page said "an honest conversation about healing, survival, and reclaiming your truth." I read it twice and felt sick.She was coming to our city. The woman who had written a bestselling book full of lies about my life was coming here to sell it in person."You're not going" my mother said when I showed her the flyer."I am" I said."Bella." She set her coffee down and looked at me. "What are you going to do. Stand up and argue with her in front of a room full of her fans.""Yes" I said. "That's exactly what I'm going to do.""And then what" she said. "Security throws you out and Karen plays the victim again. She wins.""She's already winning" I said. "She's on her third talk show appearance this month and nobody is saying anything. I'm done being quiet."My mother shoo
Damian PovAfter a month of job rejections I lowered my standards. No more applying for management positions or anything in my field. I applied everywhere. Retail. Fast food. Warehouses. Anything that would hire someone with a ruined reputation. Most places still said no. But a bar on the edge of town said yes.The owner Mike was a gruff man in his fifties who didn't care about my past. "You have experience with customer service" he asked during the interview."I ran a company" I said. "I dealt with clients and employees. I can handle customer service.""You know how to make drinks" Mike asked."I can learn" I said. "I'm a fast learner. I need this job. I'll work hard."Mike looked at me for a long moment. "You're the guy from that book aren't you" he said. "The Karen Tyler thing. The affair and the trial.""Yes" I admitted. There was no point lying. "That's me. But I'm just trying to make a living. Support my son. I'll be a good employee I promise.""I don't care about your personal
Bella PovThree days after I told Damian not to leave he texted me. "Can we talk? In person? Not about Nathan. About us." I stared at the message for ten minutes before responding yes. We agreed to meet at a coffee shop far from anywhere we used to go. Somewhere with no memories.I got there first and ordered tea I didn't drink. Damian arrived exactly on time looking nervous. He had lost weight. His clothes hung on him differently. He looked tired and older than thirty. The scandal had aged him."Thanks for meeting me" he said. He sat down across from me. "I wasn't sure you would.""I almost didn't" I admitted. "But we need to talk. Really talk. We can't keep doing this dance where we pretend to co parent without actually communicating.""I know" Damian said. "That's why I asked to meet. I need to say some things. Things I should have said months ago.""Okay" I said. "I'm listening.""I'm still in love with you" Damian said. He said it simply. No preamble. Just the truth. "I never sto
Damian PovI sat in my studio apartment staring at job rejection emails and seriously considered leaving. Not just the apartment. The whole city. Maybe even the state. I could start over somewhere new. Somewhere nobody knew about Karen or the affair or the book. Somewhere I could be anonymous and rebuild without my past following me everywhere.The idea took hold over several days. I researched other cities. Looked at apartments. Checked job markets. Denver had opportunities. So did Austin. Portland. Seattle. Places where I could disappear and start fresh. Places where "Damian Roberts" didn't immediately bring up Karen's book and scandal and ruined reputation.But leaving meant leaving Nathan. Seeing him every other week instead of every other day. Missing soccer games and school events and the daily little things that made being his father worth all the pain. The custody agreement said I had to stay within the county unless Bella agreed to let me move. She would never agree. Why woul
Bella PovKaren's book hit number one on the bestseller list three weeks after it published. I saw it displayed in the window of every bookstore I passed. "The Other Woman: A Love Story" in big letters with Karen's photo on the back cover. She was smiling in that photo. Looking innocent and sympathetic. Nothing like the woman who tried to poison me.The talk show circuit was endless. Karen appeared on morning shows and late night shows and podcast interviews. She cried on cue telling her story. She described falling in love with a married man. She painted Damian as manipulative and herself as naive. She said she wrote the book to heal and help other women avoid her mistakes.One morning show host asked Karen about me. "Bella Morgan was the wife. What do you want to say to her?" Karen looked directly at the camera with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry for the pain I caused. I was young and foolish. I didn't understand what I was destroying. I hope Bella can find peace and happiness."I th
Damian PovThe same publisher who sent Bella an advance copy sent one to me. A thick envelope with "The Other Woman: A Love Story by Karen Tyler" printed on the cover. I opened it at work during my lunch break and immediately regretted it. The cover letter said they wanted to give me a chance to respond before publication. Like that made sending me Karen's lies any better.I started reading at my desk in the basement office. The dedication page made me angry. The table of contents made me sick. But I kept reading because I needed to know what Karen was saying about me. I needed to know how she was rewriting our story.She painted me as a predator. A manipulative boss who used his power to seduce a vulnerable employee. She wrote that I pursued her relentlessly. That I made promises about leaving Bella. That I told her I loved her and meant it. She described me as emotionally abusive. Said I controlled her. Said I threatened her job if she didn't continue the affair. Every word was a li
Damian PovI sat in the police station waiting room. My leg bounced up and down. I couldn't sit still. Couldn't stop thinking about the SUV ramming into our car. About Bella screaming. About how close we came to losing everything.A detective came out. Detective Harris. Middle aged man with gray ha
Karen PovI was sleeping in a cheap motel bed when I heard the pounding. Loud aggressive pounding on the door."Police" a voice yelled. "Open up"I sat up fast. My heart raced. How did they find me. I registered under a fake name. Paid cash. No one should know I was here."We have a warrant" the vo
Damian PovI sat in the chair next to Bella's hospital bed. She was finally sleeping. The doctors said they were both stable for now. But Bella had to stay on complete bed rest. No outside food. No pills unless they came directly from the hospital pharmacy. Nothing that could have been tampered wi
Bella PovI woke up in my hospital bed to a nurse bringing in flowers. Huge beautiful flowers. Roses and lilies and orchids."Someone likes you" the nurse said with a smile. She set them on the table."Who sent them" I asked."There's a card" she said.I reached for the card. I opened it. Expensive







