MasukEDEN The moment Hayden steps fully into the boutique, the air turns several degrees colder. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't even look angry. But the frost in his tone is unmistakable."Let go of my wife."Will freezes against me. For a moment, he doesn't move. Then he slowly pulls away, his face still wet with tears. He looks up at Hayden with red, swollen eyes, clearly embarrassed.Hayden doesn't spare him another glance. Instead, he walks straight towards me, calm. Without saying a word, he takes my hand in his and gently pulls me away from Will. His grip is firm, but not tight."Thank you," he says to Will, though there's no warmth in it.Before I can react, Hayden is already leading me towards the back of the boutique. My heart is racing. I glance back once and see Will still sitting there, staring down at the half-eaten slice of cake with a lost expression.Hayden doesn't speak until we reach the door of my office. He pauses, his hand still holding mine."Where's N
EDEN I finish cleaning the floor in silence. Hayden hasn't moved from where he collapsed. He's sitting with his back against the side of the bed, knees drawn up, forehead resting on his arms. His breathing is still uneven.I wash my hands and come back out. Without saying anything, I lower myself onto the floor beside him and gently pull him towards me. He doesn't resist. He lets me guide his head down until it rests in my lap.The moment his cheek touches my thigh, he exhales shakily.I start stroking his hair slowly, my fingers moving through the damp strands. Then I gently scratch his scalp the way I know sometimes helps when his headaches get bad. His body is still tense, but after a minute, I feel him melt a little against me.For a while, we stay like that. The only sounds in the room are his uneven breathing and the soft scrape of my nails against his scalp.Then he speaks, his voice shaky."I went to the club tonight."My hand pauses for a second before continuing."I
HAYDEN My head is pounding so hard it feels like someone is driving nails into my skull with every heartbeat. I'm so tired I can barely think straight. It feels like I'm watching everything from behind a pane of glass.I keep my arm around her waist, my chest pressed against her back. She's stiff. I can feel the tension in her body. I close my eyes for a second, trying to push through the pain."I left it in the car," I say, my voice strained. It's not a complete lie. I did leave it in the car. I took it off before I walked into that club. I didn't want it on me in that cursed place.But I don't tell her why.Eden is quiet for a moment. Then she speaks again, her voice softer."Where did you go tonight?"I don't have the energy to lie cleanly, but I also can't tell her the truth. Not right now."I went to see someone," I answer.She shifts slightly in my arms. I can tell she's not satisfied."Who?"I exhale slowly through my nose."Someone who might know something about Jordan
EDEN The sitting room is warm and filled with soft laughter. Grandma is sitting in her favorite armchair, smiling as Nora toddles around the coffee table with a half-eaten cookie clutched in her tiny fist. Clara sits beside her on the couch, gently guiding Nora when she gets too close to the table's sharp corner. "Careful, little miss," Clara says with a soft laugh as Nora tries to climb onto the couch with her sticky hands. "You're going to leave chocolate fingerprints everywhere." Nora giggles, clearly proud of herself, and reaches for Grandma instead. Grandma opens her arms without hesitation, pulling Nora into her lap and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. A fuzzy feeling swells inside me as I watch them. My phone vibrates on the side table. I glance at it absently, expecting a message from Ava or one of the boutique staff. Instead, the notification shows an unknown number. There's a single photo attached to the message. My stomach plummets even before I open it.
HAYDEN I stare at Savannah, my hand still wrapped around her throat. Her eyes are wide, mascara sliding down her cheeks, her chest heaving against my grip. For the first time since I walked in here, she looks small and fragile.I release her.She crumples instantly, sliding down the glass window until she's on the floor in a heap, her ripped dress hanging off one shoulder. She curls into herself, her arms wrapped around her knees, sobbing quietly."I didn't sleep with you," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "Nothing happened. It was all staged. They gave me the photos. The condoms. The hotel room. They told me exactly what to do."I stand there, staring down at her. It feels like I'm watching this from outside my body.She wipes at her face with shaking hands."I'm sick, okay?" Her voice cracks. "I've been in debt for years. Some guy approached me. He showed up with boxes of cash. All I had to do was act. Play the part. Make it look real."She looks up at me, her eyes glassy and
HAYDEN I stand outside the bathroom door, my fist hovering, my heart hammering against my ribs.The notifications started the second I woke up properly, including a few "concerned" messages from board members. All screaming the same thing: 'Hayden Wolfe caught cheating.'My people are already on damage control. But right now, none of that matters.Eden has been in the shower for almost forty minutes. The water is still running. She hasn't answered me once."Baby?" I call softly, pressing my forehead against the door. "Please talk to me."I'm greeted by the steady hiss of water.I close my eyes, guilt eating me alive. I don't remember what happened with Savannah. But the photos exist. The story is everywhere. And Eden, my strong, beautiful wife who has held me through every nightmare, is breaking down on the other side of this door."Eden... please come out. Let me see you."She still doesn't respond.I can't take it anymore. I strip off my shirt and sweatpants, folding them in a







