LOGINVictor's POV
I was in my study with a glass of whiskey and a stack of contracts I had no intention of reading. The house was quiet around me, the way it always was, the way I had designed it to be. Silence had been my companion for twenty years and I had made peace with it. Then Iris had walked into my life and shattered that peace into something I could no longer recognize, and now the silence felt less like comfort and more like a sentence I was serving.<Iris's POVThe garage door rumbled open at a quarter past eleven, and I felt something loosen in my chest that had been wound tight for hours because Marcus was finally home. I closed my laptop and walked toward the door that led into the garage, already arranging my face into the warm expression I wore whenever he came home, the one he believed because he wanted to believe it.The door swung open and Marcus stepped through carrying two canvas bags that strained against their seams. Behind him in the garage I could see more bags stacked against the wall like he was preparing for something I couldn't name. He set everything on the kitchen counter and turned to go back for another load without looking at me, without a word, without the kiss on the forehead he had given me every single night since we moved into this house.I reached for one of the bags to help, and he shifted it away from my hand before I could touch it. The movement was not aggressive, but it was deliberate enough to ma
Marcus's POVThe café door swung shut behind me, and the night air hit my face like a cold washcloth that did nothing to clear my head. I stood on the sidewalk for a moment while Maya's words echoed through my skull in an endless loop, each revelation stacking on top of the last until the weight of them threatened to buckle my knees. She had been with him the night before our wedding. She had drugged me on my wedding night so I wouldn't notice she wasn't a virgin. My father had orchestrated my trip to Chicago so he could be the one to rescue her when she collapsed, so he could carry her to his bed while I sat in a hotel room three states away, oblivious, trusting and utterly deceived.I got into the car and pulled away from the curb without any clear idea of where I was going. The streets blurred past my windows in streaks of neon and shadow while my mind kept circling back to the same images like a tongue probing a broken tooth. Iris in my father's bed, Iris slipping something into
Marcus’s POV I stared at her, my mind struggling to reconcile the father I knew with the man she was describing. "He blackmailed you." "Yes." "And you kept quiet because you were afraid of him." "I kept quiet because he gave me no choice." She pressed her fingers against her temples, her eyes squeezed shut. "I hated myself for it. I hated watching her walk down that aisle knowing what I knew. I hated standing beside her at the altar and holding her bouquet and smiling for the cameras while you said your vows, because I knew she had been with him the night before, and you had no idea what you were marrying." The words hit me like a physical blow. The night before the wedding. I tried to remember that night, tried to pull up any detail that might have warned me, but it was all a blur of champagne and nerves and the overwhelming exhaustion of the rehearsal dinner. I remembered going to bed early. I remembered Iris saying she needed to finish packing. I remembered waking up in the mo
Marcus's POV Maya was already in the booth when I walked in, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that had stopped steaming a long time ago. She looked up when she heard the door, and her face did something complicated, a flicker of relief that I had shown up followed immediately by the kind of dread that comes from knowing you are about to detonate a bomb you have been cradling against your chest for months. Her shoulders hunched forward and her fingers trembled slightly against the ceramic mug, and I could see the weight of everything she had been carrying in the dark circles under her eyes and the way she couldn't quite meet my gaze. I slid into the seat across from her without saying anything. The book was still in my car, locked in the glove compartment where I didn't have to look at it, but the words were burned into my memory now and I couldn't stop replaying them. The handshake. The brunch. The morning after when Iris had jumped me with a hunger I had never seen before,
Marcus's POVShe hung up before I could respond and I sat there with the phone in my hand and the book on my lap and the weight of everything pressing down on my chest until I could barely breathe. I needed to get out of this car. I needed to splash water on my face and look at myself in the mirror and figure out how I was going to drive across town to meet my wife's best friend without falling apart at the wheel.I shoved the book into the glove compartment and walked back toward the bookstore because it was the only place nearby with a public restroom and I wasn't in any shape to drive yet. The same bell chimed above the door and the same cat was still sleeping in the window, completely indifferent to the fact that my entire world had just collapsed in the parking lot outside.Chloe the cashier looked up when I walked in and her face shifted from recognition to concern. "Hey, you're back. Are you okay? You look kind of pale.""I'm
Marcus’s POVShe led me toward the display table, still talking, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Have you read any of her other books? She used to write these sweet little romances, the kind you'd take on a beach vacation and forget about by the time you got home. But this one? This one is completely unhinged in the best possible way. It's like she finally stopped caring what people would think and just went for it.""Sounds great," I managed."It's more than great. It's iconic." She grabbed a copy from the top of the pyramid and pressed it into my hands. "The father-in-law character is unreal. He's so charismatic and intense that you completely understand why she can't resist him even though you're screaming at her to just walk away. Every time she tells herself she's done with him, he shows up and she loses all her brain cells. It's frustrating but also weirdly relatable, you know?"I didn't know. I didn't know anything anymore.The women from the table had noticed us now. One
Victor's POVThe silence from her end had stretched from days into weeks, and I had stopped counting the number of times I had picked up my phone only to set it down again. I was not a man who chased and I had never needed to. The women in my life had always come willingly, eager for the attention
Iris's POV Linda called on a Tuesday, which was her day for bad news and ultimatums. I had been avoiding her calls for the better part of a month, ever since the honeymoon ended and my life had become something I couldn't write about because I was too busy living it. But Linda was persistent in t
Iris’s POV Victor's office was on the thirty-fourth floor of a building that bore his name. I had been there once before, months ago, when Marcus had given me a tour of the family empire and I had nodded along like a good fiancée, pretending to be impressed by the corner views and the original ar
Iris’s POV I stood in the kitchen long after Marcus disappeared down the hallway, listening to the sounds of him moving around in the bedroom. Drawers opening and closing, the closet door sliding on its track and the soft thump of his suitcase hitting the floor. These kind of sounds that should h







