Masuk“Get out of here, David.”The words came out sharp, laced with a desperate fury as I tried to mask the sudden tremor in my hands. “I don’t care what you have to say. I don’t fucking believe a single word coming out of your mouth.”I turned my back on him immediately. I couldn’t let him see my face. I couldn’t let him see the exact moment the final pillar of my composure crumbled. Deep down, I already knew. I had spent the last twenty-four hours drowning in the agonizing intuition that Harold was keeping massive secrets from me, but hearing the brutal, verbal confirmation from David felt like a physical blade piercing my chest. It was one thing to suspect the man you loved was lying; it was another to have his brother throw the evidence at your feet.Before I could take a step back, David’s hand clamped firmly around my forearm, his grip anchoring me to the pavement.“Sandra, stop. Look at me,” he pleaded, his voice thick with a heavy, exhausting desperation. “I can see the pain in you
David's POV“W-What?” I blinked, “No. No, please, Cyndrel. I’m not going to let you do this. Please don’t leave me.”The words ripped out of my throat, raw and humiliated, but I didn’t care about my pride anymore.I was practically begging her, the absolute terror of a collapsing life making me weak. Right there in the middle of the park, I dropped to my knees in front of my own wife.I reached out, desperately trying to anchor myself to the hem of her coat, to anything that would keep her from stepping away.But Cyndrel didn’t even hesitate. With a cold, systematic disgust, she slapped my hands away and took a sharp step back.“It’s over between us, David,” she said, her voice flat, devoid of any of the warmth that used to anchor my chaotic world. “You had your chance. In fact, I gave you multiple chances. I forgave you even when I knew behind my back you were bullshitting me, doing whatever the hell you wanted. But now? It’s completely over. So please, just save whatever sanity we b
When I woke up the next morning, the adrenaline from the previous day had completely evaporated, leaving behind a raw, localized agony.I sat on the edge of the closed toilet seat in the bathroom, carefully dabbing antiseptic over the burn. The skin was beginning to bruise, blistering in angry red patches where the surface layer was starting to peel away.Yesterday, I was so shocked by David’s confession that I barely felt the burn from the hot cappuccino. But now, in the bright morning light, I had to face it. It hurt a lot—a sharp, throbbing pain that reminded me how quickly my life had fallen apart.I was focusing entirely on my own skin, trying to blink through the pain, when a large pair of hands suddenly mirrored my movements from behind.“Sandra, let me.”I flinched.Harold was standing right behind me, his voice a low, heavy rumble. He reached down, gently trying to take the antiseptic bottle from my fingers. “I want to know what happened. Please, just let me help you treat th
The hours dragged by as I sat in the sprawling, quiet living room, waiting for Harold to come home. I knew that if any other woman were in my position, she would be tearing the city apart looking for him. She would be calling his phone repeatedly, demanding immediate answers, or storming into his office.But I didn’t do any of that.The truth was, I didn’t have the energy to confront him anymore. I knew deep down that even if I cornered him, even if I looked him in the eye and demanded the truth about Cyndrel, he would just look right back at me and lie. He would weave another perfect, seamless story over and over again until I was the one left feeling crazy.As I stared blankly at the dark window, a terrifying question finally drifted into my mind: Do I actually love Harold? Have I finally fallen for him? Has all of this finally torn me apart? How did something that was once just an agreement turn out like this?“Mommy?”The small, soft voice snapped me instantly back to reality. I b
Harold’s POVI couldn’t clear my head. My thoughts were racing at a dangerous speed, spinning completely out of control as I stood frozen.I knew exactly what I was doing, and I knew it was incredibly selfish.I was hurting Sandra. I was lying to her face, keeping massive secrets from her, and playing a game that was starting to destroy us both. We had built a life together over the last years, but the moment the past knocked on my door, my discipline crumbled.And now, here I was. Standing right in front of Cyndrel.I looked at her, my heart hammering heavily against my ribs. She was my first in absolutely everything. My first love, my first kiss, the first woman I had ever promised forever to before my brother ripped my life apart. I knew chasing her here was a total bullshit move on my part, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself. The second I saw her slip away from the main room, a primal, unresolved urge took over my body, and I followed her.“Cyndrel,” I called out, my voice thic
“Get away from her!”The sharp command sliced through the tense air as my security detail immediately scrambled into formation. “You are not allowed to step a foot closer to her! Turn around and walk away, or we will—”Before the guards sent to accompany and protect me could even finish their threat, I raised my hand, cutting them off. “Wait for me here,” I told them, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my chest. “I will speak with him. Give us thirty minutes only, and don’t you dare tell Harold about this.”The guards looked at me, completely bewildered. I could see the hesitation in their eyes, the silent argument passing between them, but I simply shook my head to signal that my decision was final. Turning my back on them, I walked past David.I could feel the heavy weight of his gaze burning into my back as I stepped ahead. “Follow me,” I muttered, keeping my eyes fixed forward. “If you want to talk, then let’s do it somewhere private. But I expect you to maintain a
I looked at him, my eyes narrowing with skepticism.I had spent my entire life being lied to, and David had just finished delivering the ultimate betrayal.Why should I believe that his brother was any different?“I don’t know you,” I said, “And quite frankly, I don’t trust anyone with the last nam
I woke up to the sound of screaming.“You’re absolutely useless! A flat-out parasite! You can’t even pay your damn rent, so why should I keep you under my roof?”I was disoriented.My head felt like it had been cracked open, and my vision was blurry.As I blinked my eyes open, the first thing I saw
I couldn’t believe this.After so many years, I was finally standing in front of David again.But this—this wasn’t the reaction I expected from him.Everything happened so fast. One second, the air was tense, and the next, David’s fist had already landed on Harold’s face.“Harold!” I rushed to his
David’s POVI was already halfway through another pile of documents when my assistant stepped in again.“Sir, you need to sign these,” he said, carefully placing the folder on my desk. “Following the completion of these documents, you are scheduled to attend a meeting later today to review the perf







