LOGINAriana’s POVThe coffee shop smelled burnt and bitter, like the kind of place that prided itself on being honest rather than good.I chose it on purpose.It was a neutral ground and public. Somewhere Maya couldn’t raise her voice without an audience, couldn’t twist my arm or corner me the way she used to when we were younger. Somewhere I could leave if I needed to—because lately, I needed exits more than explanations.She had called earlier and told me she needed to see me and I agreed to see her. I arrived early and took a seat near the window, wrapping my hands around a mug I hadn’t tasted yet. Outside, the street hummed with afternoon traffic, people moving with purpose. I envied that. The certainty of knowing where you were going.I was still learning how to breathe without my world tilting.Three months pregnant.The thought hovered at the back of my mind like a bruise. My palm rested lightly against my stomach beneath the table, not protectively, not yet. More like I was chec
Ariana’s POV Hospitals have a smell that makes honesty unavoidable.It hit me the second I stepped through the sliding doors—antiseptic and something faintly metallic. I paused inside, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag, heart already racing like it knew something I didn’t want to hear yet.This was real now. Not a late-night spiral or paranoia. Not exhaustion or stress or the way my body had been off for months in small, deniable ways.I checked in at the front desk with a voice that didn’t quite sound like mine and took a seat in the waiting area.It had some plastic chairs, daytime TV murmuring nonsense. A woman across from me rubbing her belly absentmindedly while her partner scrolled on his phone.I looked away.My knee bounced uncontrollably. I tried to breathe through it, slow and steady, but my chest felt too tight—like my lungs were negotiating for space. I kept thinking about last night. David at the door. His hand on my wrist. The way my body had reacted be
Ariana’s POV The second I opened the door, I knew this wasn’t going to be calm visit.David stood there like a storm that had already decided to break. His jaw was tight, eyes sharp with something ugly and familiar. Anger, yes but underneath it, entitlement. Like I still belonged to him simply because I once had.“How did you find me?” I asked again, my voice flat, colder than I felt.He laughed, short and humorless. “You really think you can just disappear? You think you’re that untouchable now?”I didn’t answer. My hand stayed wrapped around the door handle, knuckles white. Every part of me wanted to shut it, lock it, pretend he wasn’t standing in Alex’s hallway poisoning the air.David’s gaze flicked past me, taking in the apartment. The high ceilings. The quiet wealth that hummed beneath everything.“So this is where you ran off to,” he said, lips curling. “Must be nice.”I felt it then, that familiar tightening in my chest. The instinct to defend myself. To explain. To justif
Ariana’s POVThe next day passed like it didn’t belong to me. It was noise without meaning.I woke up late, sunlight already crawling across the floor of Alex’s apartment, bright and invasive. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. Then the ceiling came into focus and the weight of the previous night settled into my chest all at once.The dinner, Alex mother’s eyes. Victoria’s smile that felt like a blade wrapped in silk.I sat up, dragging a hand down my face. My body felt off. I wasn’t sick. It just felt wrong, like something had shifted slightly out of place while I wasn’t paying attention.Alex was gone. A note sat on the counter, written in that sharp, controlled handwriting of his.Meeting ran long. Take the day. Do whatever you need. Call me.I told myself I was grateful for it.I showered, letting the water scald my skin, trying to rinse away the feeling that I was being watched even in silence. When I got dressed, I chose something simple, if was a jean, soft sweater
Eleanor’s POVI waited until the doors closed behind them.The sound echoed longer than it should have with Alex’s footsteps retreating down the marble hall, the faint rustle of fabric as that girl followed him. Ariana. The name tasted wrong in my mouth. Only when the house settled back into its familiar, obedient silence did I exhale.Victoria didn’t move. She remained seated at the table, with wineglass untouched now, fingers resting lightly at the stem like she might snap it if she squeezed too hard.“Well,” she said at last. “That was… bold.”I turned slowly, meeting her gaze. “It was a performance.”Her lips curved, sharp and knowing. “Is that what you call it?”“Yes,” I said coolly. “Alex likes theatrics when he feels cornered. He always has.”Victoria rose, smoothing her ivory dress, heels clicking softly against the stone floor as she circled the table. “You looked surprised.”“I wasn’t,” I replied. “I was annoyed.”There was a difference. Surprise implied loss of control. I
Alex’s POV The Sterling estate looked the same as it always had—immaculate, imposing, and designed to remind you exactly who you were in relation to it.That you were small. Even I felt it sometimes.The gravel crunched beneath the tires as the car came to a stop. Through the tall iron gates, the house rose in pale stone and glass, warm lights glowing from within like it was welcoming us in.It wasn’t.I stepped out first and turned back just as Ariana emerged from the other side of the car.She wore a black gown which was simple but elegant. It had no designer logo as we attempt to impress. Her hair fell loose down her back, and for a brief second, I forgot how to breathe.She looked composed and that’s all that mattered.“You okay?” I asked quietly.She nodded once. “As I’ll ever be.”That wasn’t reassurance. It was resolved.Inside, the house smelled like cedarwood and old money. Voices drifted from the dining room, low and controlled, already layered with judgment.Victoria was t







