LOGINDarian’s Point of ViewI stood by the kitchen door, listening in silence as Sienna and Matilda talked. I decided to let them have their moment, and once I was certain she was actually eating, I slipped past them unnoticed and headed up to my room.When I got inside, I could do nothing but stare blankly at the wall.‘What the fuck did I do?’I had ruined the only good thing in my entire life because I couldn't even listen to her side of the story. Because I was so fucking angry that I hadn’t realized I had been fucking played.If only I had been by her side when she first found out she was pregnant, would things have been different?After changing out of my suit, I walked out of my room and pushed open the door to the nursery she had been preparing for the baby.Standing in the middle of the soft, muted room, a devastating thought hit me. If she knew her heart wasn't going to make it, had she done all of this for me?I walked over to the crib, where the fresh sheets were neatly tucked
Sienna’s Point of ViewI couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. I had tried opening my Kindle, but I couldn't even read the words on the page. I tried taking a walk around the estate gardens, but I couldn't stomach it and came right back inside.Maybe running?Fuck. I couldn't even run now. My body was still far too weak, and my cardiologist’s warnings kept ringing in my ears.I should just leave now. I hadn't signed any prenup, and I was as broke as ever, so I didn't care about the money or the estate. I didn't mind walking away with nothing.I would be known as the woman who was only married for a month. But people had gotten divorced within twenty-four hours of marriage, so this wouldn't even be a surprise to anyone.I decided it was time I called a lawyer. I stood up, but a wave of drowsiness hit me, making my head spin. I had spent the entire day—or was it two?—without eating a single bite.I forced myself to make my way toward the bedroom, knowing I needed to get organized so
Darian’s Point of View“Sienna!” I shouted after her, but she fucking slammed the door right in my face.“Freckles, please open the fucking door!” I knocked hard, but she didn’t respond. I held the ring tightly in my hand while I waited outside. She had fucking thrown it at me.I knocked again, but the silence on the other side remained heavy. Realizing that pushing her further right now would only hurt her more, I decided to leave her alone for tonight.The next morning, I headed into the office early because I had a few urgent things to handle. But when I stepped out of the elevator, Blaire was already standing outside my door, waiting for me.“Before you throw me out,” she said, stepping forward with her hands clasped, “I wanted to say I’m really sorry.”“Blaire. I have a meeting I have to attend,” I said to her, and she came closer.“I’m really sorry, Dare. I swear I never intended to drive a wedge between you two.” She said to me“It’s fine,” I muttered, unlocking my office. “I
Blaire’s Point of ViewI couldn’t hide the smile on my face when I saw that bitch pull the ring off her finger and throw it right at him.I did it. I fucking did it. She could finally leave and rot for all I cared.“What the fuck was that?” Darian snapped, turning on me, his eyes blazing with rage.“I was just trying to help, Dare—”“I don’t fucking need your help, Blaire!” he growled, stepping into my space, his voice dangerously low. “My marriage is my fucking business!”“Dare...” I tried to force tears into my eyes, trying to look deeply hurt because I was fucking hurt.“No, Blaire!” He shook his head sharply. “You had no fucking right! This is my fucking business, and I will handle it however I fucking want!”“Dare, I’m sorry,” I whispered, making sure my voice cracked down the middle.He just shook his head; disgust painted across his sharp features. “We’re done here.”Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, chasing after the woman he shouldn’t even have been
Sienna’s Point of ViewI hadn’t been able to sleep since telling Darian the truth and asking him for a divorce. He had looked at me with so much remorse, and when he finally settled onto the couch in the hospital room, he fell asleep. But I couldn't sleep.When morning came, I sat up in bed at the sound of a soft knock on the door.Orana walked in, her baby bump heavy and prominent, with Vaughn right by her side as always, followed by Penelope.“Hey guys,” I said softly as they rushed over to my bedside.“Where’s the asshole?” Sean asked, holding a bright bouquet as he stepped forward to hug me.“I’m fine, Sean...”“It hasn't even been a week since you were here, and that asshole brought you right back!”“It’s not his fault,” I tried to defend him, forcing a smile onto my face, grateful because I knew one word from me and he would protect me.“See?” Sean snapped, turning to the others. “Now that proves he had every fucking thing to do with this!”“Sean,” I pleaded, but Orana cut in.“
Darian’s Point of ViewI thought I didn’t hear her correctly. She wants a what?“Sienna...”“We are miserable together, Darian. I know that...” She trailed off, sounding exhausted.“I’m not giving you that divorce, Sienna,” I interrupted, my voice dropping to a low growl.“I can speak to your grandfather,” she countered, her eyes desperate as she searched my face. “I can convince him to let me divorce you.”No. Not after everything that happened. I was not letting her go.“No,” I told her plainly, making sure she could see my face. “Divorce is not on the fucking table.”Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over her pale cheeks. “We are miserable! Why are you doing this? You can finally be with the woman you actually love, Darian. You don’t have to do this to yourself!”“There’s only one woman I have ever loved,” I said, looking her dead in the eye. “And it’s not Blaire.”She stared at me for a split second, then shook her head in utter disbelief, her lips trembling.“Yes, it fucking h
Orana’s Point of View“Are you ready for this, Orana?”The question cut through the low hum of the jet engines just as the door opened, letting in a rush of New York air. I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I stood at the top of the stairs, my fingers curling tightly around the rail as my gaze s
Orana’s Point of View“Mama, you’re staring at me again.”I blinked, dragged back into the present by a small, sweet voice.My daughter stood in the middle of the room with her tiny hands planted on her hips, already dressed, already impatient. Her curls framed her face in soft chaos, and her green
Callahan’s point of view“Did you read the divorce papers?” My friend and lawyer, Maddox, asked as he walked into my office.It took her a fucking week to finally decide to send the documents back.I raised my eyebrows, wondering what he was talking about. I thought I just needed a signature, and I
Orana’s Point of ViewI knew Callahan hated people who didn’t keep time, and he said I had to meet him exactly at ten, which means I have less than two hours to eat, shower, and head to the other side of town with this traffic.By the time I was getting to his office, it was just fifteen minutes be







