Masuk**ADRIAN’S POV**The whiskey burned going down, but not enough.I poured another glass, my third in the past hour, and stared at my laptop screen. The headline mocked me from every financial news site:“ETHEREAL Enters Real Estate Market with $200M Development - Direct Challenge to Moore Enterprises”My phone kept buzzing. Michael from accounting. Patricia from operations. Board members demanding emergency meetings. Investors asking pointed questions about our strategy.I ignored all of it.Instead, I refreshed the page, watched the stock ticker. Moore Enterprises down another six percent since Serena’s announcement three hours ago.She was destroying me. Systematically. Deliberately. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.I drained my glass, poured another.The office door opened. Vivian stood there, arms crossed, looking at me with barely concealed disgust.“Are you seriously drinking? Right now? When your company is falling apart?”“Our company,” I corrected, words slurring s
**Serena POV**The boardroom was packed.Every seat filled with investors, board members, and key executives. All of them were waiting for me to make the announcement that would change everything.I stood at the head of the table, my presentation ready, my confidence absolute.“Thank you all for coming,” I began. “I know you’ve been hearing rumors about ETHEREAL’s next move. Today, I’m here to make it official.”I clicked to the first slide. A rendering of a sleek building, all glass and steel and modern elegance.“ETHEREAL is expanding into real estate development. Luxury residential properties that integrate our design aesthetic from the ground up. Not just decorated apartments. But fully designed living spaces where every element, from the door handles to the light fixtures, reflects our brand’s vision.”Murmurs rippled through the room. Some excited. Some skeptical.“This isn’t a side project or a small venture,” I continued. “We’re committing two hundred million dollars to our fi
Hundreds of results came up. Society pages. Fashion events. Articles about her relationship with Dad.I started clicking through them, looking at the dates.There she was at a charity gala with Dad. The date was months before the divorce.Another photo at a business dinner. Months before the divorce.Another at a New Year’s party. During the marriage.I kept scrolling, kept clicking, and the pattern became clear.Vivian had been in Dad’s life the whole time he was married to Serena. Not after. During.Which meant…I sat back, feeling sick.Vivian had been the other woman. The mistress. The reason my parents’ marriage fell apart.And then she moved into our house. Raised me as her own. Pretended to be my mother.While keeping my real mother away.I opened a new search: “Vivian Cross Adrian Moore affair.”The results were carefully worded, legal and cautious. But the message was clear. Everyone had known. Society had been whispering about it for years.I found a blind item from a gossip
“Ethan, I don’t want you lying to your family—”“I’m not lying. I’m just not telling them everything.” He stood too. “Please. Even if it’s just fifteen minutes. Even if we have to pretend it’s an accident. I need this. I need you.”How could I say no to that?“Text me when you’re going to be somewhere,” I said quietly. “And if I can, I’ll try to be nearby. But Ethan, if anyone asks—”“I’ll say we ran into each other by accident. That it was just a coincidence.” He looked at me seriously. “I can keep a secret. I’ve been doing it for weeks already.”That made me sad. That my nine-year-old son had to keep secrets just to talk to his own mother.“Go,” I said gently. “Before she has a heart attack.”He hesitated, then quickly hugged me. Just three seconds, like at his birthday party. But it was enough.He ran back across the street to Mrs. Juan, who immediately started fussing over him.I watched them walk away, my coffee going cold in my hands, my heart full and breaking all at once.My p
**ETHAN’S POV**I told Dad I was going to the bookstore.It wasn’t exactly a lie. I was going to a bookstore. Just not the one near our house that he probably thought I meant.The one near ETHEREAL headquarters.I’d looked up the address online, and found a bookstore two blocks away. Close enough that maybe, if I was lucky, I’d run into her. Far enough that if anyone asked, I had a legitimate reason to be there.My nanny, Mrs. Juan, walked beside me, scrolling through her phone. She didn’t really pay attention to where we went as long as I stayed in sight and didn’t cause trouble.“Can we go to that one?” I pointed to the bookstore I’d researched. “It has a better graphic novel section.”She barely looked up. “Sure, honey. Whatever you want.”We went inside, and I pretended to browse while keeping one eye on the street outside. Watching for her. Hoping.I’d texted her yesterday: *Are you ever near the bookstore on Madison and 52nd? I go there sometimes.*She’d responded hours later: *
Vivian looked like he’d slapped her. “I do love you—” “You love the idea of me. The perfect family you could show off. But you don’t love me. Because if you loved me, you wouldn’t have taken my real mother away from me.” He pushed past her, ran upstairs. We heard his door slam. Vivian turned to me, tears streaming down her face. “Did you know? That he was calling her?” “No.” I sat down heavily. “I had no idea.” “We have to stop this. We have to take his phone, block her number—” “We can’t.” The words came out tired. Defeated. “If we do that, we’ll just push him further away. Make him want to talk to her more.” “So what? We just let her poison him against us?” “She’s not poisoning him.” I looked up at Vivian. “She’s telling him the truth. And we’re the ones who look like villains because we are the villains, Vivian. We did push her out. We did keep them apart. We did lie to him about what happened.” “We protected him—” “We protected ourselves.” I stood, walked to the window. “







