LOGINDOROTHY My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I folded the dress I'd packed for the gala planning dinner, the one I'd never even gotten to wear.I threw it into the suitcase instead, wrinkled, uncaring, and reached for the next item on the chair, my throat still raw from crying most of the night in a hallway that smelled like antiseptic and other people's bad news.That fucking bitch and her tendency to ruin everything I've worked hard for, to steal everything only I fucking deserve!!!She always did this. Always. Every single thing I'd ever built, ever earned, ever quietly hoped might finally be mine without question — Maeve found a way to walk in and take it, usually without even trying, which somehow made it worse. She didn't have to fight for any of it. She just existed, and things rearranged themselves around her like she was gravity and the rest of us were simply objects too weak to resist the pull.First she was the biological child, she made me the fake one, the one to be replace
"Dorothy...Jesus—""How could you say that to me!" She screeched, fists clenched so tightly I could see them trembling white from force.Her eyes dropped venom now."You're choosing her over me?!""Keep your fucking voice down!" I snapped. I wasn't sure why I did or when it happened, but I was done with this shit. Done with the constant emotional outbursts, with the constantly walking on eggshells, not knowing when she might decide to break down and cry.This wasn't the life I wanted for myself, this was never a part of the plan I had set all those years ago.Her eyes went wide with shock and she took a stumbling step back, like she didn't expect me to raise my voice.God. What was I thinking?"This isn't about choosing anyone, Dorothy... this is about what I want and what you refuse to admit!""Don't you dare try to placate me!"I didn't try again. I stood there instead, useless, watching her cry and feeling the particular, hollow guilt of a man who knew he'd done the right thing and
ALEXANDER I was three beers into a lounge chair conversation with Liam about wedding photography, of all things, when I saw the splash.Not a normal splash. Not the kind kids made cannonballing off the dock further down the beach, or the kind Romy had been making all afternoon trying and failing to impress a group of marketing interns with his terrible form. This one was wrong, thrashing and desperate, gone as fast as it appeared, swallowed by water that had gone flat and calm everywhere else."Maeve." I was on my feet before I'd finished saying her name, already moving, sand kicking up behind me as I sprinted for the shoreline."What?" Liam twisted around, following my line of sight, and I heard him swear behind me, low and sharp, already scrambling up himself.I hit the water at a full run, the cold shock of it barely registering against the roar already filling my ears, adrenaline burning through every muscle. I dove the second it got deep enough, cutting through the waves toward
I woke before sunrise, the way I always did the first night in a new bed, and gave up on sleep entirely by five thirty.The mattress was too soft, unfamiliar in a way that kept pulling me half out of sleep every time I shifted, and the ceiling fan overhead clicked faintly with every rotation, a small, insistent reminder that I wasn't home. I lay there a while trying to talk myself back into rest and failed completely.The house was silent, everyone else still buried under three days of jet lag and one very memorable entryway scene, and I carried my sketchbook down to the porch steps facing the water, coffee in one hand, pencil already itching in the other. The sky over the ocean had gone that pale, uncertain gray right before the sun actually commits to rising, gulls calling somewhere down the shoreline, the tide pulling back slow and steady across the sand.I'd gotten maybe fifteen minutes into a rough sketch — a bracelet design, waves worked into the metal in a way I still wasn't su
MAEVE The private terminal smelled like leather and jet fuel, and I'd barely set my bag down before a familiar voice called out across the lounge."Tell me you saved me a seat."I turned to find Brandon strolling toward us like he'd been personally invited, garment bag slung over one shoulder, sunglasses pushed up into his hair despite the fact that we were indoors."I did not invite you," I said."You didn't have to. Mary did." He grinned, dropping into the seat beside me without asking. "She mentioned needing an extra pair of hands for the gala's PR angle. I'm very useful, apparently.""You're very extra.""I'll take it." He stole the coffee out of my hand and took a sip before I could stop him, entirely unbothered by my glare. "Relax. I promise not to embarrass you in front of your coworkers. Much.""That's not remotely reassuring.""It wasn't meant to be." He handed the coffee back, mostly empty now, and winked like he'd done me a favor. "You'll survive. I'm delightful in small d
MAEVE I hadn't slept well since I left the office.I don't think I can marry her.He'd said it so plainly, like the sentence had just fallen out of him without his permission. I'd spent three days turning it over, unable to decide whether it changed anything, whether it was supposed to.It shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. And yet it did, because the Alexander standing in that doorway wasn't the one I'd built my whole defense around for three years. That version had been careful, composed, always three steps ahead, a man who managed rooms and people and outcomes the way other men managed spreadsheets. This one had looked lost. Actually lost, jaw tight, hands shoved deep in his pockets like he needed somewhere to put them.I still wanted nothing to do with him. That part hadn't changed. I told myself that every morning in the elevator mirror, every time his name came up in a meeting, every time I caught myself glancing toward his office on my way to mine and made myself k
"Resign?" Liam burst out laughing, loud and sudden, like I had just said something genuinely absurd. "You must be joking.""Maeve, cut it out." Romy chimed in from the window, shaking his head. "We all know you can't stand to be more than three meters away from Alexander."Alexander stopped typing
I looked around the room still having a hard time believing what I was seeing. Yellow curtains. Beige carpet. The hairline crack running diagonally across the ceiling above the wardrobe. My room, the one I had slept in before I was married, before any of it happened. I sat on the edge of the bed w
I froze. Through the crack in the hospital room door, I saw my sister's hand pressed tightly against my husband's chest. "Alexander, how much longer are you going to make me wait? I've already waited three years for you." Dorothy's voice was low and strained. "I thought you said you loved me."
The printer in the copy room spat out the resignation letter in under a minute. I stood there and watched the page slide out and I picked it up while the ink was still warm and looked at it for a moment.Soon I would be completely free of Alexander Hagreeves.I took it straight to HR. The woman beh







