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CHAPTER 1
Eliora's POV
I woke before sunrise and laid the table the way I always do—plates aligned, napkins smoothed flat, cutlery straight as a prayer. The tea breathed softly.
I checked the bread twice, adjusted a spoon that didn’t need adjusting, and tried not to stare at the doorway like a fool. Maybe today he’d glance at me. Maybe a “good morning” would fall from his lips and remind me I wasn’t invisible. I pressed my palm over the linen to still the silly flutter in my chest, then lifted the water jug.
“She’s useless.” Tonia’s voice rang through the dining room. I set down the water jug and began serving the soup.
“She has been useless since the day that father of yours forced her on you to help that sick father of hers.” That’s how it has been—always talking about me like I wasn’t there.
I greeted, “Good morning, Mother.” She scoffed, her eyes full of disdain. She took a seat next to her son, Kian, my husband, who hasn’t said a word to me since morning.
He didn’t even look at me. Not once.
Sometimes I wondered if he’d already erased me from his world, if I was just a shadow passing plates and pouring tea.
I should be used to it by now, but no matter how many times he ignores me or acts like I’m just a piece of furniture in his house, it still hurts.
“What the hell is this?” Tonia, my mother-in-law, asked while staring disgustedly at a bowl of soup in front of her. The disdain in her eyes was vibrant, and I could feel her hatred for me more than the soup.
I swallowed, knowing where this was going. “It’s your favorite soup, Mother. Just the way you like it.” I smiled, trying to mask the discomfort rising in my chest.
“How dare you!” Her voice rang through the dining room as her hand shoved the bowl aside violently, spilling all the contents on the floor. “Just the way I like it? What do you know, you shameless woman?”
I stared wide-eyed at the soup scattered everywhere on the floor. I had spent hours making that despite the unusual tiredness I felt this morning. I still put my all into making that soup, and my efforts were just gone.
Just like that.
My eyes shifted to Kian, who acted like nothing was going on in front of him. His ocean-blue eyes shifted to mine just for a split second, then back to his food.
That split second was a blade. His silence hurt more than her words.
I swallowed, blinking rapidly to push back the tears forming in my eyes. I bent down slowly.
“This is why I have told you, Kian, find a better woman to marry,” she started as I reached for the empty bowl of soup.
“One with the quality of a wife, one who can bear children… not some barren.”
My hands stopped midway and my eyes snapped towards Tonia.
“Barren?” I laughed bitterly.
Both their heads snapped towards me. Tonia looked at me like I had gone crazy. Kian’s blue eyes remained unreadable as always.
Tonia laughed mockingly. “Seems like she’s gone mad.” But have I? Maybe I had.
Who wouldn’t? When your husband is the reason you couldn’t bear children.
“Who said I’m barren?” I asked, standing on my feet.
Instant disgust flashed across her features. “Are you dumb as well?” she asked, throwing her head back, laughing.
“It’s been three years and yet no child… Heaven knows that womb of yours can’t bear children.”
That felt like a hot slap across my face. But where is the lie?
I wished it was a lie and she was just bluffing. I also wished I could tell her that it is her son who refused to touch me—but that was a private matter between husband and wife, right?
I myself am not proud of the extent I have gone to make Kian see me as a woman, but no matter what I did, nothing. He never saw me as one.
I had to drug him and dress up like his first love. I had my way— That was a night I would never forget. But after that day Kian seemed to hate me more. He barely looked me in the eyes ever since, and I believe I deserve it.
That was a month ago, and even now, still no sign of a child. I opened my mouth to say something when—
“That’s enough.” Kian’s deep voice sliced through the silence, causing a chill to run down my spine.
“Eliora, apologize for raising your voice at my mother.” I blinked rapidly and stared at him in disbelief.
Didn’t he hear her belittle me? And now I’m the one who should apologize?
What the hell was I expecting? That Kian would stand up for me? That has never happened and it never will.
Because nothing I do could ever earn me a place in the Donovans’ household.
A place?
I was never meant to be here in the first place. I was forced upon Kian in exchange for my now late father’s health.
I’m the sole reason Kian couldn’t be with his first love after all. I sighed deeply. “I spoke wrongly… I’m sorry,” I said slowly.
Tonia scoffed. “So dumb.” She walked past me, not without bumping me hard in the shoulder.
I closed my eyes briefly and breathed out, but that did nothing to calm the dull ache in my chest.
I turned slowly to find Kian’s eyes still on me, watching me intently. My heart skipped a beat and I turned away quickly, avoiding his stare, and started walking to the kitchen.
“Your hand.” I stopped in my tracks.
“What?” I turned back slowly.
His eyes moved to my hand and back to my face. “It’s bruised.”
My eyebrows drew together, trying to understand what he said.
I looked down at my hand, and it was red and bruised. The soup.
I quickly hid my hand behind my back. “I… it’s fine.” No, it hurts so bad. How come I hadn’t felt anything before?
Kian stared at me blankly. His eyes moved to my hand, then he stood up from his seat, grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the door.
“I-I will see you out,” I shot out too quickly.
He paused briefly, speaking over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I don’t want any nuisance.” Then he left, leaving me to stand there like the fool I am.
That’s all I was to him… a nuisance. And nothing can change that. Not now, not ever.
I sighed, the pang in my chest sharp, my eyes falling on the untouched breakfast.
Hours of hard work… gone. A sad smile played on my li
ps. My fingers skimmed the rim of his untouched cup, the tea already cooling. How long can I survive like this?
Eliora's POV "You don't have to explain yourself to me," I said, setting two cups of tea down on the table between us. "I just wanted to check if you were okay. After the dinner."Lydia wrapped both hands around her cup, the way she always did, like the warmth mattered more than the drinking. "I'm fine," she said. "I've had worse evenings.""You don't seem fine."She looked up at me, and something in her face shifted, not quite a wall coming down, but a crack appearing in it. "She just gets under my skin," she said. "Tonia. Always has.""Can I ask why?"Lydia was quiet for a moment, turning the cup slowly. "Because she had everything I didn't," she said finally. "The marriage that lasted. The money that never disappeared. The ability to walk into a room and have everyone defer to her without question." She paused. "And then she used all of that to hurt my daughter. To take two years away from you and Ezra both. And somehow she still gets to sit at the same table, holding her head u
Eliora's POV "You're early," I said, when the front door opened and Kian walked in still in his work clothes, jacket over one arm, a takeout bag in the other."I said I would be."Ezra appeared at the top of the stairs before either of us could say anything else, peering down with the caution he'd carried for two days now, like he was checking the weather before deciding whether it was safe to come down."Hey, bud," Kian said, looking up at him. "Come down here for a second."Ezra came slowly, one stair at a time, Noah trailing behind him, both of them watching us with the same careful attention."I got dinner," Kian said, holding up the bag. "The place with the noodles you like.""Are you and Mom okay now?" Ezra asked, ignoring the bag entirely.Kian crouched down to his level. "We're going to be," he said. "We had a disagreement, and that's okay sometimes….even grown-ups disagree. But we're not going anywhere. Either of us.""You promise?" Ezra looked between us."I promise," Kian
Kian's POV "You look like hell," Drew said, dropping into the chair across from my desk without waiting to be invited."Thanks.""How many nights in the guest room now?""Two." I didn't look up from the report I wasn't actually reading. "Don't you have your own family to bother?""Mitchell's at nursery. Zoey's at work. I'm free." He propped his feet up on the edge of my desk, which I let slide because I didn't have the energy to fight him on it too. "So what happened?""Nothing.""Kian."I set the report down. "I tried to fix something with the dinner, and it backfired, and then Eliora and I had a fight, and now we're not really talking.""What kind of fight?""She said I was unreasonable for wanting Lydia to forgive my mother on my timeline."Drew raised an eyebrow. "Did you say that?""Not exactly.""What did you say exactly?"I thought back through it, trying to find the precise moment things had gone wrong, the way you replayed a meeting looking for where the deal actually died.
Eliora's POV "Mom, are you and Dad fighting?"My hand hovered over the laptop keys, the email I'd been writing forgotten mid-sentence. Ezra stood in the doorway of my office, school bag still over one shoulder, his face set in the same serious expression he'd worn since he was small, the one that meant he'd already done his thinking before he opened his mouth.I blinked at him and laughed, a little too quickly. "Sometimes us adults have our little bickers. It—""Is it because of Grandma Lydia and Grandma Tonia?" He waited, patient, his bag slipping slightly off his shoulder and him not bothering to fix it.I turned fully from the laptop and opened my arms.He walked into them slowly, the sadness in the way he moved more telling than anything he'd said, and let his bag drop onto the floor as he pressed himself against me."Oh, my little boy." I patted his hair, ruffled it the way he hated and secretly loved. "Look at you, all grown up. Nothing gets past you anymore."He pulled back j
Eliora's POV "Is this what you wanted to tell me at dinner the other?""Yes."Kian sighed. "I'm sorry. I brushed it off till I forgot about it.""It's fine." I sunk harder into the bed and sighed, "what do we do about them?""Maybe a dinner would help," Kian said, three nights after the disaster in the living room, his voice carrying the particular optimism of someone who hadn't yet learned that some fires didn't go out with more fuel. "Get them in a room together properly. With food. Structure. Maybe it'll smooth things over.""Or it'll make it worse," I said."It won't.""You don't know that.""I think if we just give them the chance to actually talk—""They've had decades to talk, Kian."He looked at me like I was missing the point, which I probably was, in his eyes, and I let it go because some part of me wanted to believe he was right. Because hope was easier than the alternative, and because watching him try to fix things had always been one of the things I loved about him, eve
Eliora's POV "Is this for me?" Noah held the book carefully, both hands, the way he held everything he considered valuable."It is," Lydia said, settling into the armchair with the kind of ease that still surprised me sometimes, how natural this had become, her in my house, in my chair, with my children climbing toward her without hesitation. "I thought you might like it. It's about a fox who's afraid of the dark.""I'm not afraid of the dark," Noah said."No," Lydia said, smiling. "I didn't think you would be. But the fox is, and he learns not to be. I thought that might be nice."Noah considered this with his usual seriousness, then climbed up onto the arm of her chair and opened the book himself, flipping to the first page with the careful concentration he gave most things."Read it to him," I said. "He won't ask, but he wants you to.""I'm asking," Noah said, without looking up."There he is," Lydia said, laughing, and pulled him gently into her lap.Ezra, who had been hovering
Kian’s POV"We found him, Kian. Or at least, we found where he was hiding."Detective Miller’s voice was the first thing to break the silence. It cut right through the low hum of the computer servers in the basement. I didn't turn around at first. I stayed staring at the wall of monitors, watching
Eliora’s POVThe walk back to my room felt miles longer than the walk out. My legs were heavy, and the adrenaline that had carried me through the confrontation with Kian was beginning to evaporate, leaving behind a cold, hollow ache. I moved slowly, my hand sliding along the wall for support, my h
Eliora’s POVThe room felt unnervingly empty after the door clicked shut behind Margaret and Ezra. The ghost of my son’s laughter still seemed to vibrate against the sterile white walls, a cruel contrast to the heavy, suffocating silence that replaced it. I stared at the wood of the door, my pulse
Eliora’s POV"How are you feeling, my dear? Really?"The voice was like a warm blanket on a winter morning. I looked up from the hospital bed to see Margaret standing just behind Ezra. She looked older than she had a month ago, the lines around her eyes deeper, her sensible cardigan buttoned tight







