LOGINCHAPTER FIVE
Tessa’s POV
Julian came in with Lila as usual. They were bickering like a young couple in love when they walked in.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Julian asked.
She replied, “I’m trying to figure out why you stole my fries.”
He frowned. “Your fries? You ordered extra. That’s relationship fries.”
“Relationship fries are supposed to be offered, not kidnapped,” Lila said, smiling sheepishly.
“I was protecting you. Too many fries aren't healthy,” he teased.
“Oh really? Then why did you eat all of them?”—she stopped and halted when she saw me, Julian following suit.
I was seated on the couch, twirling the wine in my glass and taking a slow sip.
Lila smiled at me first. “Hi, Tessa. You're home already.”
Yes, I am. Must be so disappointing. Now you and my husband can't do a quick fuck before I arrive.
I didn't say what was in my mind; I just stared blankly until she took the hint and scurried to the room.
Julian walked up to me next. “Hi, love. How are you?”
I got up, and before I could stop myself, my hand flew across his face, my palm connecting sharply with his cheek.
“What was that for?” he asked, terribly calm.
“You knew about my illness, didn't you?” I asked in a calm tone.
He frowned, genuinely looking confused.
“Was that why you signed my insurance payout?”
“What are you talking about, Tessa? Speak in a language I understand!” he snapped.
“I saw the paper. You signed the insurance payout.”
“Yes, I did,” he admitted in a hard tone.
I scoffed. “You really have no shame. You are even admitting it.”
“I signed it because you said it yourself. You wouldn't want your family to taste a dime from all your hard work, including your insurance payout.”
I paused. Wait, I did say that.
“Do you remember? That night you registered your hotel? So I signed it early so you don't have to deal with disputes.”
I stepped back, memory hitting me sharply.
On the night I registered Tessa Crown Hotel, I had said it during our romantic dinner to celebrate the beginning of the Tessa Crown journey, although the business had crashed when I took all the money that I saved to invest in it and gave it to Julian to grow his father's logistics company.
“So now that it's all cleared up, what the hell did you mean by illness? What on earth are you talking about?”
I bit down on my lips, realizing that my tongue slipped.
He grabbed both sides of my shoulders and shook me violently. “Answer me, Tessa!”
“I-I have brain cancer.”
He froze, his hands dropping from my shoulders, dangling by his sides uselessly.
“Stage four. I have three weeks to live, Julian.” Tears slid down my face.
“H-h-how is that possible? I thought—”
“Yes. The doctor said it was my weak immune system, but he lied.”
“That's not possible, Tessa. You need to go for another check. It was probably a wrong diagnosis.”
“I already went for tests in different hospitals four times, Julian. It's true. I'm dying.” A sob escaped my throat.
Julian fell to his knees, and he was already crying.
“I didn't know how to tell you. I felt so terrible.”
He looked at me. “Tes-Tessa? No. No, please, no. It's not true, right? Please, please tell me it's not true. Please.” His voice broke, and a broken sob escaped him. “Please, Tessa. Please, please. Please!”
I glared down at him.
“No, no, no. Please! Please, Tessa. Don't do this to me. Please, don't leave me. Please, Tessa. Please.”
“When you are done with the act, you will get back up and tell me why the brief I got you was in Lila’s bedroom the day after I heard her having sex.”
He froze and threw his head up; his face was a mess, catarrh rolling down his nose. It was red.
“What-what do you mean?”
“Are you sleeping with your cousin, Julian?”
“Have you lost your mind?! Why would I sleep with—?”
“No, I think you're the one that has lost his mind. You think you can fool me. I know you are cheating with Lila!”
He got on his feet and grabbed my shoulders. “Tessa, this is about you! You are dying. Why are you bringing up Lila?”
“I'm bringing her up because—”
I froze, my head went blank instantly, my gaze blurry.
He frowned at me. “Tessa?”
“I'm bringing her up because…” I tried again, my lips trembled, unable to release the next word.
This is weird. Why can't I remember why I brought up Lila? Why can't I remember why I am arguing with Julian?
I looked around us and down at my glass of wine.
“Why-why am I standing here? What happened?”
“Tessa, are you okay?”
No, I'm not. Because I can't suddenly remember anything. I can't remember why I'm standing before Julian, nor why I was about to say why I'm bringing Lila up, nor do I remember what the argument was about.
My vision went even more blurry, my bones weakened, and before I knew it, I fell into Julian’s arms, unconsciousness wrapping around me.
When I woke up the next morning, Julian was gone.
I got down the stairs and met Lila putting her bedsheets inside the washing machine. A part of it was wet.
“What’s that?” I asked, curious.
She looked at me and I thought I saw a snide smirk, but I assumed I was hallucinating as I had just gotten up.
“Oh this? It's my bedsheets. It stinks of sex.”
I frowned. “Lila, I really do think you should get an apartment because when I'm gone, you can't keep disturbing Julian with your occasional sex, okay?”
I was hoping she wouldn't ask what I meant when I said “when I'm gone,” and thankfully she didn't.
She just smiled. “Tessa, he is the one who wouldn't let me breathe. He sneaked into my room this morning, saying he was exhausted from what happened between him and his wife last night and he needed my pussy to charge up—”
My frown tightened. “H-his wife?”
“Yes,” Lila said matter-of-factly as if it were no big deal.
“Lila, you are sleeping with a married man?”
“Hmm mm.”
“Wait, is he the father of that child?”
“Kinda.”
“Lila!” I scolded. “That's wrong! You shouldn't be sleeping with a married man. What if the wife finds out?”
She leaned into the washing machine as it started working. “She won't. She is naive and stupid. Besides, I'm helping the poor man since his wife won't satisfy him. He likes doggy and a good ride. I offer him exactly that, so it's a win for both of us.” She smirked and excused herself.
I rolled my eyes and picked up my phone to call Julian.
He picked up on the third ring.
“Hey, baby. I was attending to a patient. Are you good?”
“Julian, we need to get Lila an apartment before she gets us both in trouble. You can't believe she brought a married man home.”
He paused. “She did?”
“Yes. And she doesn't even feel remorse about it.”
“Tessa, leave Lila to me. I'll handle her.”
I nodded. “Sure. Also, do you recall what happened last night? I don't remember a thing.”
He paused, this time for a longer time. “Uhm. Nothing. I came home to you drinking wine and joined you. Then we went to bed.”
“Really?” Then I said to myself, “Then why does it feel like something happened?”
A long pause. “Anyway, don't keep your patients waiting. Have fun, baby.”
“Alright, take care, my love. I love you, Tessa.”
“I love you more, Julian.”
Chapter 60: A Voice Marked "Husband"Tessa's POVI found him by accident.I was looking for Francesca's number, scrolling through a contact list I didn't remember building, and there he was between *Jewelers (Crown)* and *Kessler, Dr.* Three letters, and a small red heart someone had typed beside them.*Julian ♥.*The photo was a man on a terrace with the sun behind him. Dark hair, good jaw. A smile you'd trust with your house keys.I put the phone face down on the desk and wrote the time in the Ledger, then *Found J. in contacts. Heart.* I looked at the heart for a while. I'd never been a woman who put a heart next to a name. Either I'd been a different woman then, or someone else had held this phone."What are you doing?" Felix said from the doorway.I hadn't heard him come in. He had a way of arriving that was too quiet for a man his size."Nothing.""You've been looking at that for four minutes.""You've been watching me for four minutes?""Yes." He didn't apologize. "Is it him?"
Chapter 59: The Husband She RemembersJulian’s POVVance called at seven with a sentence I'd have paid half a million for."She said it out loud," he said. "In her office, to somebody, around two yesterday. I've got the audio. 'Julian and I have been separated. That's all.'"I sat down on the kitchen floor, because there was nothing else left to sit on."Play it."He did. It was thin and a little hollow through the wall mic, but it was her. Not the woman from the stage. Not the woman who'd stood in a doorway and said *I just don't love you anymore* like she was reading me a bus schedule. This voice was tired and careful and a little defensive. It was the voice of a wife in the middle of a bad year.*I'd never file for divorce without telling him first.*"There's more," Vance said. "Something about a forged signature. Then a man's voice, Vaughan, I think, and then she got quiet. Real quiet. Whatever he said, it hit her hard.""What did he say?""The mic dropped out. Sorry."I knew what
Chapter 58: The Divorce She Never FiledTessa's POVFrancesca put the folder on my desk like it might go off."I wasn't sure whether to bring it today," she said. "Dr. Vaughan said yes. Dr. Marchetti said ask you first. So I'm asking you first.""Is it bad?""It's paper." Her mouth did something complicated. "It's your handwriting on it."I looked at the folder. Felix was by the window with his arms folded, and he'd been quiet since he walked in with Marchetti ten minutes earlier. She sat in the corner with her tablet on her knee, pretending to read. Neither of them had said why we were all here. I'd found that out the way I found out everything now: by watching who wouldn't meet my eyes.I opened it.*Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Petitioner: Tessa Averton. Respondent: Julian Averton.*Page after page of tidy legal language. On the last page, a signature, and under it a date I'd have to check in the Ledger, because the number meant nothing to me.The signature was mine. The s
Chapter 57: Counterfeit FamilyLila's POVGetting into the Crown was the easiest thing I did all week, and it should have scared me.Felix's men had cancelled my penthouse keys. They'd frozen my cards, my accounts, and the little gold account at the salon I'd had since I was nineteen. Nobody had thought about a plastic rectangle from the month I'd played secretary. LILA VAUGHAN, EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT (TEMP). The photo on it was me smiling like I'd already won.The staff turnstile blinked green.I kept my head down and my hood up and walked through the service corridor, past two of my father's security men at the far end of the lobby. They were arguing with the doorman about a black sedan parked at the curb. Neither of them looked at me. Neither of them looked for me. In twenty-six years I'd never been invisible to that man's people, and it turned out to feel exactly like being nothing.*Do not contact Hollis,* the text had said. I hadn't. I was just going to see my stepmother.---The r
Chapter 56: The Hours That Belong to No OneTessa's POVThe first thing I did was listen for Julian.Not his voice. His absence. After three years your body counts the other person in a room before your eyes open, and mine came up empty. The left side of the bed was cold. The sheets were heavier than mine, and the curtains were thick, dark, and wrong.I lay there doing the math. Seven days to the opening. The seating chart wasn't signed off, the florist still hadn't confirmed the lobby order, and Julian would be furious I hadn't come home. I'd have to think of something.Then a man's watch on the nightstand, a surgical journal with a bookmark in it, and a black notebook with my handwriting on the cover. LEDGER.I didn't touch it.The door opened and Dr. Vaughan came in with two cups. His sleeves were rolled and his eyes were red-rimmed. He stopped when he saw me sitting up."Good morning," I said. "Dr. Vaughan, I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm in your house. If this is a medical thing,
Chapter 55: The Pharmacist Who KnewFELIX'S POVTessa had been listening to a thirty-eight-minute recording of her own voice for an hour, and she wouldn't let me in the room."One hour," she'd said through the study door. "You promised me honesty, not company."She was right. That was the worst part of loving someone who kept a ledger. She wrote down everything I promised.So I left Markus on the landing and drove to meet Nico, with her handwriting still in my head. *Not me. Me.* She'd shown me the crooked lines in the notebook before she shut the door, and she hadn't said a word about them. Neither had I.---Nico had chosen a laundromat in the east end, closed for repairs, with one fluorescent tube working over a folding table. He didn't explain the location. He just pulled out a chair and nodded to the woman already sitting across from it.She was in her fifties, with a cardigan buttoned to the collar and the posture of someone who'd spent thirty years standing behind a counter. He
CHAPTER FOURI couldn’t see well. The door was blocking my view. The door only allowed me to see Lila. As I was about to nudge the door open to see the man, Lila’s face jerked upright and she saw me. She quickly pulled off the man and tossed him further into the room, out of my sight entirely. Her
CHAPTER TWOJulian stepped out, turned around, and wrapped Lila in a hug one last time before making his way towards the stairs, to our bedroom. Fortunately, they didn't see me as I was hidden by the dark. Confusion flooded my thoughts. What could possibly make Julian come out at 1 a.m. in the nigh
CHAPTER ONE I have brain cancer and three weeks to live. I still recall the sound of the bells ringing in my ears when the doctor announced it to me. It made little sense. Just six months ago, I went for tests as the symptoms of migraine, memory loss, partial blindness, and bleeding through the no
CHAPTER THREEJulian’s words still hurt me deeply, so I hadn't told him about my terminal illness yet. Although he begged me to forgive him all through the night, he woke me up with breakfast in bed, a pancake with “I'm sorry” written with jam on it. Finally, I told him that it was fine and pushed







