LOGINTwo broken hearts. One fake marriage. A thousand buried secrets. Eva thought love would be enough to keep them together. Ten years loving Stephan. Five years married to him. And one tragic accident that shattered everything they ever were, she’s left with a stranger wearing her husband’s face. Until the day she finally walks away. And that’s when she meets Micah, her ex-husband’s enemy, the man who once set her marriage on fire just by existing. He proposes to her a dangerous deal: a one-year marriage that will make Stephan regret ever letting her go. But what starts as a game to wound her ex soon spirals into something raw, tender, and terrifyingly real. Only, Micah isn’t what he seems. Behind his easy smile are secrets she was never meant to find, secrets that could destroy them both. And when the truth comes out, love might not be enough to save anyone. When the lies unravel… will her heart choose forgiveness — or freedom?
View MoreEva’s POVMicah’s grip never leaves the small of my back as we walk into the event hall—after a few minutes of interrogation by reporters who don’t get any reply from us.“You good?” He murmurs in my ear for the fourth time tonight.And like always, I nod. “Yes. I’m good.”When a server passes with a tray of champagne in a tall glass, Micah snags one for each of us, and I use the opportunity to keep my eyes open for…you-know-who.Somehow, it got to our ears that he wasn’t attending. And god, I hope it stays that way.There’s soft music sifting through the speakers, the scent of expensive perfumes and Christ, so many sequins…diamonds.I’ve been to things like this but I never get over how much wealth every individual at these functions ooze. “At any moment you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll be out of here immediately,” Micah repeats his mantra to me.I snort, smiling up at him. “I heard you the first ten thousand times.”“Just a friendly reminder, love. Also know that it wouldn
Eva’s POV“Micah?” My frown deepens.He smiles softly. “Relax. I don’t bite.”With that, he walks ahead into his large walk in closet. I don’t follow. Instead, I stay put in the large bedroom, afraid to even sit on the bed or the chair at the dresser.He returns shortly with three garment bags, and he places them on his bed. “Take a look.”“What?”“They’re for you.”My gaze drifts to the bags, and back to Micah over and over until I take a tentative step forward and pull down the zip.Blue. That’s the first thing I see. After a few seconds of digging around, I’m able to pull out the dinner dress. A long blue silk dress, and god, it’s so soft.“Wow,” I blurt, eyes wide. “A dress.”He snorts. “Yes, a dress. Open the rest.”“Don’t tell me you bought me three dresses, Micah.”He doesn’t reply. When I open the next two, I’m met with different designs and different colours of outfits for me. Both dresses.Gold and black.I blink at the dresses on the bed, my perfect sizes, and beautiful p
Eva’s POVIt’s dark out by the time I wake up from my nap.“Shoot!” I jerk up. “I promised to be down for dinner.”Willing my ankles, they feel a bit better. Still sore, but not too much. I shrug out of Stefan’s shirt, replacing it with one of Micah’s.Why? I can’t really say.“…Thursday is fine—”“What’s happening on Thursday?” I ask, interrupting the conversation between Darryl and Micah.Their heads shoot up at my voice, and Micah immediately walks over to me. “Darryl is leaving on Thursday.” His eyes rake down my body, taking note of the shirt. “You look good.” My smile is bashful, almost shy. “Well, you asked me to wear yours.”“And I’m ecstatic that you did.” He leads me to the dining table, pulling out a seat for me.“Thank you. Hi, Darryl.”“Hey, Micah’s wife.”I snort. “Just Eva is fine.”“I know.” He winks, and I laugh.“Are you hungry? Would you eat the left overs I heated up? Or would you like me to order something for you.”I’d kill for some Chinese but... “The left ove
Micah’s POV“You’re not gonna tell me this one thing?” Eva asks. “Is it that personal?”Yes. Quite.But I don’t tell her that. How am I supposed to tell her that I learned every medical hack because of my mom?All the injuries my mom got when she was high, I was the one left to clean them up. The first months were bad, god, I thought she’d die.So many times I had to force my fingers down her throat when she overdosed….“Not really,” I lie. “Used to be a little clumsy back then so I injured myself a lot.”Her eyes narrow. “Oh…I can’t picture you clumsy.”“Because I’m not anymore. I was young, and thought I had nine lives.”A smile stretches across her lips, eyes lighting up.It’s laughable really. I’ve never been clumsy. I’ve always been composed, organized, and never out of place.She’s right. Even I, can’t picture myself being clumsy. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up too fast.It takes a moment to realise I’m not icing her ankle again. “Still hurting?” I ask, skimming t






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