LOGINDamian PovI was sitting in my studio apartment eating ramen for the third night in a row when my phone rang. The number wasn't saved but I recognized the area code. My hometown. I answered cautiously."Damian" a voice said. "It's Ryan. Your brother."I hadn't talked to Ryan in over two years. Not since our father's funeral when he made it clear he thought I was a screw up who wasted every opportunity our parents gave me. We never got along growing up. Ryan was the good son. The one who got good grades and married his college sweetheart and built a successful tech company. I was the one who partied too much and barely graduated and ended up in scandal after scandal."Ryan" I said. I put down my ramen. "What do you want.""I heard about everything" Ryan said. "The divorce. The lawsuits. Losing your job. I wanted to reach out.""Why" I asked. "To remind me what a failure I am. I already know.""No" Ryan said. He sighed. "Look I know we're not close. But you're still my brother. And I'm
Bella PovI sat in my therapist's office three days after the trial ended and I still couldn't stop thinking about what I heard. Forty times. The office. The hotels. The lies. Every detail played on repeat in my head."How are you doing with everything from the trial" Dr Martinez asked. She was a older woman with kind eyes who I started seeing after the separation."I'm not okay" I said. "I can't stop hearing Karen's voice describing everything. I can't stop picturing Damian in his office with her. I can't stop counting to forty and imagining each time he chose her over me.""That's a normal response to trauma" Dr Martinez said. "Hearing those details was traumatic. Your mind is trying to process information you never wanted to know.""I wish I never went to that trial" I said. "I wish I didn't know any of it. Before I could imagine it was just a few times. A mistake. But forty times isn't a mistake. That's a relationship. That's him choosing her over and over while lying to me over a
Damian PovThe defamation trial started on a Monday in September. Marcus said it would last three days. Karen's countersuit was being heard at the same time. Both cases together meant every detail of our affair would become public record.Bella had to be there because her name was mentioned in both lawsuits. She sat in the back wearing a black dress and sunglasses. She didn't look at me when I walked in.Karen testified first. She wore a conservative dress and minimal makeup. She cried when describing the affair. Her lawyer asked her to detail every interaction we had."How many times were you intimate with Mr Roberts" her lawyer asked."I don't know exactly" Karen said. She dabbed her eyes. "Maybe forty times. Over the four months we were together."I heard Bella make a sound from the back. A choked gasp. She knew about the affair but hearing the number out loud made it more real."And where did these encounters take place" the lawyer continued."Mostly at my apartment" Karen said. "
Bella PovTanya convinced me to go to a fashion industry networking event even though I didn't want to. "You need to get out there" she insisted. "You need to remind people you exist. That you're talented. That you're more than just the scandal."The gallery was full of people I used to know. Photographers and models and agency directors. Some smiled and said hello. Others pretended not to see me. I could feel people whispering when I walked past. I was about to leave when I saw him. Ethan. Standing by the bar with a beautiful woman with long dark hair. They were laughing. His hand was on her back. They looked comfortable together.I froze. Ethan had moved on. He was with someone new. Someone who probably didn't have any baggage or drama or scandal following her around. Someone fresh and uncomplicated.Ethan saw me and walked over. He smiled but it was different than before. More polite. Less warm."Bella" he said. "I didn't expect to see you here. How are you.""I'm good" I lied. "Ta
Damian PovThe moving truck pulled up to the building and I felt sick looking at it. This was where I would live now. A four story walk up in a neighborhood where sirens went off every night and the street smelled like garbage. The studio apartment cost nine hundred a month and it was the cheapest place I could find that wasn't completely falling apart.I spent the day unpacking what little I brought from the penthouse. Most of my furniture wouldn't fit so I sold it or gave it away. Now I had an air mattress for myself. A smaller air mattress for Nathan. A folding table. Two chairs. A few boxes of clothes and personal items. Everything I owned fit in this one tiny room.The support group had helped me move. Marcus from the group drove the truck. Frank helped carry boxes. They didn't say anything about how awful the apartment was. They just helped me unpack and told me it would get better. I didn't believe them but I appreciated the effort.It was my week with Nathan starting tomorrow.
Bella PovThe email from my last remaining client came on a Wednesday morning. "We've decided to go in a different direction with our marketing. The current media attention surrounding your personal life is not aligned with our brand values. We wish you the best moving forward."I read it three times trying to convince myself I misunderstood. But there was no misunderstanding. They were firing me. My last client was walking away because of the Karen drama and the lawsuits and the scandal that wouldn't die. My modeling agency was officially dead.I opened my laptop and looked at the numbers. Fifty three thousand dollars in debt from startup costs. Zero income. Twelve hundred dollars in my checking account. Rent was due in two weeks and I didn't have it. I couldn't afford groceries. I couldn't afford diapers for Nathan. I couldn't afford anything.The landlord had already sent a notice that rent was going up starting next month. From fifteen hundred to eighteen hundred. He said the buil
Bella PovI was dreaming but it felt so real I couldn't tell the difference. Too real. Too vivid. Too terrifying to be just my imagination.Karen stood directly over me holding a big kitchen knife in her hand. The blade was long and silver and sharp. I was lying flat on some kind of table. My hands
Bella PovI sat in the passenger seat of Damian's car staring out the window. My hands rested on my stomach. The baby had been kicking more lately. Little flutters that reminded me someone was depending on me to stay alive."Are you okay" Damian asked. He glanced over at me while driving."I'm fine
Damian PovI woke up early. Six in the morning. I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Bella's face. Angry. Scared. Hateful.I got up and went to the kitchen. I made coffee. I stood at the window looking out at the city waking up.The doorbell rang. A delivery. I checked the camera. It w
Karen Pov I sat in my stolen car parked across the street from Damian's penthouse building. I watched through binoculars as police cars surrounded the place. Blue and red lights flashing everywhere. Officers going in and out constantly. All because of me. All because my poison didn't work again.D







