MasukDARIUSShe was on this ship somewhere.I knew it. Knew Sera was walking these same corridors, breathing the same salt air, hiding behind that ridiculous "AJ Assistant" persona while everyone around her searched for the real thing.The irony would have been funny if it didn't make my chest feel tight.Vivienne's voice cut through my thoughts as we settled into plush chairs in one of the lounges. "I still can't believe we're finally going to meet AJ. I've been dying to know who's behind all that music.""Maybe they'll be disappointing," Cathy added, stirring her cocktail. "You know how these mysterious artist types are. Probably some pretentious snob."Lucas laughed. "I caught a glimpse of the assistant earlier. Plain little thing with a badge. Looked terrified to be here."My jaw clenched but I kept my expression neutral."Oh!" Vivienne leaned forward, her eyes lighting up. "That reminds me—didn't Sera used to work as someone's assistant? I remember over a year ago and she claimed to b
SERAThe cruise ship was massive and the sheer beauty of it stole my breath away. I stood at the boarding ramp staring up at the gleaming white hull that seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions, multiple decks stacked like layers of an elaborate cake. Luxury dripped from every visible detail—polished brass railings, expansive windows, crew members in crisp uniforms greeting guests with practiced smiles.Industry professionals and wealthy patrons moved past me up the ramp, their designer luggage being whisked away by attendants while they clutched champagne flutes already offered at check-in.I adjusted my black pants and a white blouse, and touched the badge clipped to my collar that read "AJ Assistant" in neat printed letters.The disguise amused me more than it should have. All these people looking for the mysterious AJ, and I'd be walking right past them as nobody.My cabin was on the crew deck, smaller than the guest suites but private and comfortable. I'd barely finished
EDWARDI couldn't stop thinking about the park.Dinner that evening was different. Sophie actually ate—not just picked at her food while pushing it around her plate, but ate. She finished her chicken, most of her vegetables, even asked for seconds on the mashed potatoes.And she talked."The nice lady helped me with my shoes," she told Ms.Vera, her voice still quiet but more animated than I'd heard in months. "Miss Sera. She said her shoelaces used to betray her too.""That was very kind of her," Ms. Vera encouraged, her eyes meeting mine across the table with barely contained excitement."And Luna taught me how to play." Sophie's fork paused halfway to her mouth. "We fed the ducks and did cartwheels. I wasn't very good at cartwheels.""I'm sure you were wonderful," I said, my throat tight."Luna said we could play again." Sophie looked at me then, hope shining in her eyes in a way that made my chest ache. "Can we see them again, Daddy? Please?"I didn't know what to say. Didn't know
SERAOne week before the cruise, and Luna was back with Darius but before his custody period.The apartment felt too quiet without her. Too empty. I'd spent the morning staring at her drawings on the fridge, missing her already even though I'd see her in a few weeks.But the quiet meant I could practice without worrying about disturbing her sleep or cutting short our time together.I'd been at the piano for six hours straight, my fingers cramping, my back aching from hunching over the keys. The haunting piano solo was finally perfect—every note exactly where I wanted it, the emotion building and falling in waves that left me breathless.The violin composition had taken days to get right, but now it sang the way I'd heard it in my head. Mournful and beautiful and hopeful all at once.And the combined piece—piano and violin together—that one had nearly broken me. Switching between instruments, making sure they complemented each other instead of competing, finding the balance. But it was
SERACentral Park was alive with afternoon activity—the weather somewhat chilly, a clear sign that winter was fast approaching and soon we wouldn't be able to enjoy the afternoon sun like this again. The chatter of families, screech of children made me feel somewhat relaxed. Finally out of the house after days of being cooped up, working my fingers and brain to the bone. Luna tugged on my hand, pulling me toward the pond where ducks glided across the water with lazy grace. "Can we feed them, Mommy? Please?""Of course, baby." I pulled the bag of breadcrumbs from my purse, the one I'd learned to always carry during our park visits.Luna tore into the bag with enthusiasm, tossing handfuls that made the ducks converge in a chaotic flutter of wings and quacking. Her giggles were pure joy. A movement caught my eye—a young girl and a middle aged woman who seemed like her nanny settling onto a bench nearby. The girl couldn't have been older than ten, with dark hair pulled into a neat pony
DARIUSThe file sat open on my desk, pages spread across the polished mahogany surface like evidence of a crime I couldn't stop committing.Information about Sera. All of it gathered by investigators I'd hired months ago during the divorce proceedings when I'd been desperate to find something that would justify the anger burning through my chest.Instead, I'd found this.Her new career. The elegant apartment. Her contract with the Smith entertainment company. And buried deep in the surveillance reports, confirmation of what I already knew. Sera was AJ.Now the musician everyone in the industry couldn't stop talking about. The mysterious talent behind scores that had executives calling in favors. She'd created all of this. Built a career that had the Smith family prioritizing her above artists they'd been developing for years.And I'd known for months.I'd hired investigators to dig into her relationship with Johnson, to find proof of the affair. Instead, they'd uncovered her secret







