Years ago, he would not have believed that he would be this man, the same one everyone had envied for finding his “perfect match”, now caressing the nude body of his wife's sister.And what sin would he be accused of committing, if someone were to stand there and point accusing fingers at him? Adultery? Fornication? No. Love. His sin was love, a truth that had taken years of self-loathing to unveil. Also not loving Melinda as he should have. He was her husband, and he should have loved her.He thought he did when they first met as undergraduate students in college. Melinda was the type of girl he liked—the one that was a whole load of surprises. One moment she was quiet as a mouse, seemingly terrified by even the mention of conflict, withdrawing into herself with a fragility that stirred his protective instincts. Another moment, she was downing brandy without a flinch, her eyes sparkling with a daring he found utterly captivating. Yes, he liked her. She was beautiful, smart, and ch
Ethan's POV: The next dayEthan sat back in his plush leather chair, an unidentifiable look on his face. The office was lonely—for a place that occasionally bubbled with activities, it was now unusually silent, paving way for his many thoughts as the late evening sunset casting long shadows across his meticulously organized mahogany desk. He took a sip of his single malt scotch, the warmth spreading through him, making it a counter to the awkward cold sensation in his gut, and then he tried to think again. Was everything alright?Of course, it had to do with Melinda.He had always hoped she would walk away, someday. It was not that he had hated her, but how could he be blamed for finding love in the most ironic manner, in the arms of her own sister?Now she was gone, as he had always hoped, but something still felt wrong about it. Everything was supposed to be perfect. A life owned by himself and Sage. He sat blankly, lost in thought, letting a kaleidoscope of imaginations waft in h
"I can't wait to have a daughter that'll look just like you," Ethan murmured, his warm morning breath ghosting over Melinda's cheek, "so I can stare into her pretty little brown eyes when you decide to be stingy with yours."Melinda felt a blush creep up her neck. She loved the deep rumble of his chest against her back, the gentle vibration that coursed through her, holding her so tightly cuddled up in the coziest embrace. It was moments like these, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of their bed, that felt like pure, unadulterated happiness."Then, I'd teach her to shut her eyes when you're desperate for it," she chuckled, her voice still thick with sleep and affection. With a playful grunt, she unwrapped herself from the duvet, the cool morning air hitting her skin before she slipped into her plush bathrobe.She made for the bathroom, reaching for the door, but Ethan was right behind her. He didn't say a word, just stood there, his gaze like a lion's, fierce and possessive, devouring her
****The evening air in New York was crisp and full of the distant smell of exhaust and wet asphalt, away from the antiseptic efficiency of Mr. Henderson's office. Melinda had left him to begin the intense work on the legitimate remedies that would start her fight against Ethan and Sage. The demand in her voice had awakened him, but the real fight, she knew, remained ahead of her, hidden in the black, ugly abyss of her tomorrow.She had to get out of New York fast and quietly. She shivered half with fear of getting caught or accused of manipulating her legal identity. Her little compact carry-on bag, packed with essentials, felt heavy with the burden of her stolen life.At JFK, the usual mad chaos was kept at bay, far away, as if she moved through a fantasy world. She leaned her head down, her eyes scanning the recognizable faces, a paranoia she knew was amply warranted. When she finally arrived at her gate, she scanned the boarding agents, attempting to disappear in the crowd of facel
The polished marble floors of Henderson & Associates reflected the afternoon sun, an obvious contrast to the storm brewing within Melinda. Her hand firmly clutched her purse, knuckles white, as the elevator ascended, each floor a ticking moment closer to salvation or further heartache, as the case was going to be. Brenda, the receptionist, a commiserating smile on her face, welcomed Melinda as she stumbled out."Mrs. Melinda Sterling, Mr. Henderson is waiting for you," Brenda said softly, noticing the paleness of Melinda's face. "Go in."Melinda nodded, a silent thank you, and pushed open the solid oak door to Mr. Henderson's office. The room, which smelled of old books and leather, usually had a soothing effect, but today it was a pressure cooker. Mr. Henderson, a man in his late-fifties with kind eyes and a distinguished grey temple, rose from behind his huge mahogany desk."Melinda, sit down, please," he said, gesturing to the plush armchair opposite him. His voice was a warm comfo
Melinda's blood ran cold. The words, echoing from Ethan's office, weren't just of financial ruin; they painted a much darker picture. Her mind, already attempting to wrap itself around the betrayal of her marriage and her sister, grappled with the implications of Sage's next question, which was spoken in a low, conspiratorial whisper."But Ethan," Sage's voice, now clear of any trace of remorse, was edged with a ghastly concern, "what if she tries to defend herself? What if she doesn't just… disappear?"Melinda drew in a breath, pressing herself further into the wall, her heart racing against her ribcage like a trapped bird. She could almost feel the foreboding shift in the air, the cold fingers of fear inching up her spine.Ethan's response was delayed, calculated, each word a hammer blow against Melinda's fading hope. "That's why we have contingency plans, Sage. Everything is covered. The financial pressure, the social ruin… it's all designed to break her. But if she still wants to