LOGINAs soon as the legal stuff with Sophia is settled, I'm leaving New York and I'm not coming back." "Eve..." Jessica started. "No. My mind is made up. I can't stay here. I can't raise a baby in a city where everyone thinks I'm capable of pushing a pregnant woman down the stairs. I can't run into Damon and Sophia at restaurants or events or just walking down the street. I can't do it." "Where will you go?" Marcus asked quietly. "I don't know yet. But somewhere far. Somewhere I can start fresh. Somewhere no one knows my story or judges me for it." "What about your career?" "I'm a designer. I can work from anywhere. I'll figure it out." "What about money?" "I have savings. And Damon agreed to spousal support in the divorce settlement. I'll be fine." Jessica was crying now. "I don't want you to leave." "I don't want to leave you either. But I have to. For me. For the baby. For my sanity." "Will you at least wait until after the baby is born? Until you know everything is okay?" I
The call from Lara Jean came yesterday morning. I was in my apartment, staring at nothing, trying to figure out how to breathe through the panic that hadn't left since yesterday. Since Sophia fell, since Damon looked at me like I was a monster, since I ran from the penthouse knowing he'd never believe me. "Eve, I have news." "What kind of news?" "Damon signed the divorce papers." I sat down slowly on my couch. "When?" "Last night. Around midnight. I sent them over and he signed them within twenty minutes. Sent them back without a single question." "So it's done." "Not quite. There's a waiting period before it's finalized. But yes, essentially. He agreed to everything. The division of assets, spousal support, all of it. He didn't fight a single term." I should have felt relieved. Should have felt vindicated that I'd made the right choice filing. Should have felt something other than the crushing weight settling on my chest. "Eve? Are you still there?" "Yeah. I'm here."
Can I see her?" I asked. "She's sedated right now, but yes. Room 408." I walked to her room in a daze. My parents followed but hung back, giving me space. Sophia looked small in the hospital bed. Pale and fragile and broken. Bandages on her head, her wrist in a cast, monitors beeping steadily around her. I sat down in the chair next to her bed and took her uninjured hand. "I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I'm so fucking sorry." Her eyes fluttered open. "Damon?" "I'm here." "The baby..." Her voice broke. "Did they tell you?" "Yeah. They told me." Tears streamed down her face. "She killed our baby. Eve killed our baby." "I know." "I want her arrested. I want her to pay for what she did." "She will. I promise you, she will." Sophia closed her eyes, more tears leaking out. "I loved that baby so much already. I had names picked out. I had plans. And she just... she just took it all away." "I know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you both
I heard the scream the second I opened the penthouse door. A woman's scream, piercing and sharp, followed by the sickening sound of something heavy tumbling down the stairs. Multiple thuds. A body hitting marble. "Sophia!" I dropped my briefcase and ran. The scene hit me all at once. Sophia crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, her body twisted at an unnatural angle, one arm bent beneath her, legs splayed. Blood. So much blood pooling beneath her head, spreading across the white marble in a dark, terrible stain. And Eve. Standing at the top of the stairs, frozen, her face white as death, staring down at what she'd done. "What the fuck did you do?" I shouted, racing down the stairs. "Eve, what the fuck did you do?" "I didn't...she just..." "Call 911! Now!" I dropped to my knees next to Sophia, my hands shaking as I reached for her neck to check for a pulse. There. Faint but there. She was alive. Barely. "Sophia, can you hear me? Sophia!" No response. Her eyes were
EVE'S POV The laughter wouldn’t stop. It echoed through the penthouse like something broken and feral, filling the silence I had hoped would swallow this place forever. Sophia stood in the doorway of the study, head thrown back, shoulders shaking with that wild, manic sound. Her hands clutched her sides as if the sheer absurdity of me... of us... was the most hilarious thing she had ever witnessed. I clutched the box tighter against my chest, my heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was still inside. Still trapped with her. The elevator felt miles away. “Stop,” I said, my voice barely cutting through the laughter. “Just stop it, Sophia.” She finally lowered her head, eyes glistening with tears of amusement, but the smile on her face was anything but joyful. It was sharp. Triumphant. Unstable. “Oh, Eve,” she gasped, wiping at her eyes. “You really are something. Standing there like you’re the one who’s been wronged. Like you didn’t spend years making Damon believ
EVE'S POV I went back to the penthouse on Sunday afternoon. One week in the new apartment and I’d realized I’d left more behind than I thought. Important things buried in drawers and closets I’d been too upset to check properly the last time. My grandmother’s jewelry that I’d inherited after she died. Photo albums from before Damon, from college and childhood. A few pieces of clothing I actually wanted. Documents I’d need—birth certificate, passport, things I couldn’t replace. I’d texted Damon Saturday night to make sure he wouldn’t be there. Me: I’m coming by the apartment Sunday at 2 PM to get the rest of my things. Please don’t be there. No response. I took that as agreement. Jessica offered to come with me but I told her no. This was something I needed to do alone. One final trip to close that chapter completely. The doorman recognized me when I walked in. “Mrs. Sterling.” “Just Eve,” I said. “I’m not using Sterling anymore.” He nodded uncomfortably and let me pass. I
"We don't have to go."Damon was standing in front of the mirror fixing his tie. Again. Third time in five minutes."You're nervous," I said."I'm not—" He stopped. Dropped his hands. "Okay, yeah. I'm nervous.""It's just brunch with your parents.""Sunday brunch. At the club. Where my mother will
I was pacing the living room when Damon walked in.He took one look at my face and stopped dead. "What happened to your cheek?""Your mother happened.""What?""She hit me. At lunch. Slapped me across the face in the middle of La Bernardin."He just stared. Like he couldn't process what I was sayin
Two weeks.It had been two weeks of this weird new thing where we were kind of dating but also married but also still pretending in public that we were just business partners.It was exhausting and confusing and somehow the best two weeks I'd had in years.Damon made me coffee every morning. We had
The next day I was a mess.Two PM. Café near Central Park. Meeting my sister for the first time since she'd abandoned her wedding and ruined my life.No big deal.I changed clothes three times. Settled on jeans and a sweater. Nothing fancy. Nothing that screamed "I'm doing better than







