LOGINENID'S POVNEXT MORNING8:00AMI stood before the mirror, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger. My smug face seemed to sneer, and for a moment, I wondered if wickedness was etched in my DNA. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.My lawyer's voice broke the spell, "Sir, are you sure you're ready for this? If you're not, I can ask the board to postpone."I shook my head, my gaze still fixed on the mirror. "It's too late. I have to do this."The lawyer nodded, "Okay, sir. As you've said, the meeting is set for 9:00 AM, and it takes thirty minutes to drive to the company..."I cut him off, my voice barely above a whisper, "I'll have hot coffee."As he left, I turned back to the mirror, but all I saw was Alex - his eyes brimming with tears, his voice cracking as he poured out his heart to me, the "villain" of his life.Guilt gnawed at me. How had I not seen the damage I was doing? How had I not realized the weight of my actions on his fragile shoulders?The coffee arrived, a
ALEXANDER'S POVI held on, my arms locked around his torso, my cheek pressed hard against the warm, solid plane of his chest. The faint rhythm of his heartbeat was a steady drum against my ear, a lifeline in the silent room. I just couldn’t let go.Who knows? If I let go, he might leave again. He might vanish into that cold silence and never come back.“I’ve really missed you, Enid,” I whispered again, the words damp against his skin. A fresh wave of emotion tightened my throat, and hot, silent tears escaped, tracing paths through the faint dusting of hair on his chest. All this while, his arms remained at his sides. He never hugged me back.The moment stretched, thin and fragile. Then, he was the one to break it.His hands came up, not to embrace me, but to grip my shoulders. He pulled away slowly, steadily, as he guided me back until I leaned against the solid edge of the desk, then reached past me to set his wine glass down with a soft click.I kept my face down, my eyes fixed on
ALEXANDER'S POV“Mom, I’m fine.”The lie slipped out, automatic and hollow, as I sat on the edge of the bed. It was early, the pale morning light just beginning to bleed around the edges of the blackout curtains. It's Day four, four days since Enid left without a word.“Baby, I know you’ll be fine. I’m really sorry I haven’t been reaching out to you.” Her voice was smooth and practiced. A motherly tone that felt like it was being read from a script.“No problem,” I replied, my voice curt and flat. I just wanted to hang up, to curl back into the numb silence.She’d finally called, after forever, to check on me. The absurdity of it twisted in my gut. How could she not care? How could she just… move on while my world lay in pieces around me?“You’re sure you’re good?” she asked again, the question lingering.“Yeah. Definitely.” The affirmation was ash in my mouth. I wasn’t fine. I was a ghost in a too-expensive hotel room, a dead man breathing.“Alright, if you say so. Goodbye.”The
ENID'S POVDay three.Three days of his face haunting me. Three days of wondering what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling, in that sterile hotel suite across the sea.What is he thinking?He must have called me every name in the book by now. He might have even left the hotel, fury burning a hole in his chest. I left nothing behind but that cold text before I boarded the plane. It was cowardness.The night before I saw him at the park, after the gym, my phone rang. Jax, my assistant back in Scotland, had called. He told me grandpa was sick, and he had being taken to the hospital.The floor dropped out from under me. Grandpa was the only real family I had left. The only anchor. And now he was bedridden?Jax asked me to come home. I told him I’d see, that I had too much on my plate.But deep now I knew it was a weak lie. The truth was, I had Alex. A tangled, unfinished mess I couldn’t bear to abandon.Then, the next day, in the pale park sunlight, another text from Jax. “GRANDPA CONDITIO
ALEXANDER'S POVDay three.It felt heavier than any number should. A simple count, but it pressed down on my chest, a physical weight smothering the air in my too-clean, too-quiet suite.My phone lay face-up on the rumpled duvet. The messages I had sent staring blank at me.Hi.Enid, I just woke up and saw your text message. How are you doing?Thanks for giving me your contact. You won’t regret this.Enid. Where did you travel to? Or when are you coming back.Each message sat there, sent into the void. Delivered, yes. But not a single one was marked “Read.” They were digital ghosts, unanswered, unseen.He’s ghosting me.The thought was a cold, sharp shard in my gut. He gave me the number. He put it in my phone himself. Why? Just to twist the knife one more time? To give me the illusion of a connection he had no intention of honoring?I called, daily. Three times yesterday. Each ring cut off, sent straight to a voicemail that wasn’t even his voice, just a robotic default message. I d
ALEXANDER'S POVHe said it so casually. “Traveling?”The word hung in the air between us, a simple statement that felt like a sentence. My mind raced, scrambling for purchase. He was leaving. He was leaving me.He made a soft, dismissive sound, sucking his teeth as he got off the bed. The mattress sighed, the loss of his weight feeling monumental. “Yeah,” he said, his back to me as he straightened his shirt.“Where?” I asked, my eyes glued to the broad line of his shoulders, the way his shirt strained slightly across them. He didn’t answer. He just began to walk toward the door, each step a hammer blow to my composure.“When… when are you leaving?” I pressed, hating the desperate tremor in my voice.“This evening.” He paused by the door, his hand on the knob, and he still didn't look back. “Take your bath. Take a nap. You definitely need it.” It was a dismissal.He was going to walk out. Just like that, after everything.“Enid, wait!” The plea ripped out of me, raw and unguarded.He





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