ログインJason’s POVI wake up slowly, the kind of lazy morning where sunlight filters through the curtains and the world feels momentarily soft. My arm reaches across the bed instinctively, searching for the warmth of my wife.She isn’t there.I open my eyes and find Diane sitting up against the headboard, knees drawn to her chest, completely absorbed in one of her mother’s old diaries. Her eyes are wide, flicking rapidly across the page, and there’s a flush of excitement mixed with disbelief on her face.“Babygirl?” I murmur, voice still husky from sleep.She looks up, and the brightest smile breaks across her lips. It’s the kind that lights up her entire being. “Jason, you won’t believe this.”I sit up, leaning against the headboard beside her. “What is it?”She turns the diary toward me slightly, her voice bubbling with urgency. “I was reading Mom’s old entries… and she met someone. A charming man at a party back in 1998. They talked for hours. He made her feel seen. She gave him her numbe
Diane’s POVMy eyes flutter open to the most beautiful sight in the world.Jason is leaning over me, propped up on one elbow, wearing that charming, slightly crooked smile that has always had the power to make my heart skip like it’s the very first time. Soft morning light spills through the curtains, painting golden strokes across his sharp jawline and turning his dark hair into something almost ethereal. He looks like a dream I’m afraid I’ll wake up from.“Hey beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice still deliciously rough with sleep. His fingers gently brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. The touch is so tender it sends warmth blooming through my chest.A sleepy smile curves my lips. “Hey.”“How are you feeling this morning?” he asks, his hazel eyes searching mine with that quiet intensity that always makes me feel truly seen.“Pretty good,” I whisper, stretching lazily beneath the silk sheets. “You watched me sleep without waking me up?”“You looked so peaceful,” he says softly
Jason’s POVI’m standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows when the elevator dings.The city sparkles like scattered diamonds below, but my mind is miles away, trapped in that suffocating boardroom, replaying Conrad’s smug face and Aldridge’s carefully worded threats. Someone is coming for everything I own. It could be Conrad but I don’t think that moron can pull that off on his own. So who?The doors slide open and Diane steps out. The second I see her, the entire world narrows to just her.She looks shattered. Not in a way that shows on the surface. Because she is Diane, and doesn’t like to look like she doesn’t have it all together. But I see it all. Her shoulders are curled inward like they’re trying to protect her heart. Her eyes are swollen and red-rimmed, carrying a pain so heavy it seems to weigh down every step she takes.The moment her gaze lands on me, the last thread of her control snaps. She drops her bag with a dull thud and runs.I meet her halfway, catching her as she cr
Diane’s POVTwo days since Darole materialized in our living room like a ghost, and the penthouse has become a mausoleum.Jason is here. His body, anyway. He still kisses my forehead when he returns, still asks about my day in that careful, measured tone. Still wraps himself around me at night like I'm the only thing keeping him from drifting into the dark. But I feel the distance. I can’t exactly tell what it is but I know it’s not all in my head.He's cracking. I see it in the deep, permanent crease between his brows. Last night I woke at 3 AM to find him awake, staring at the ceiling like it held answers he was terrified to find. His jaw was clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding. When I whispered his name, he pulled me against his chest and buried his face in my hair."Go back to sleep, little trouble."I hate that he thinks I'm blind. I hate that he thinks "little trouble" still works when everything feels like the end of the world.Now, I’m sitting at the table having
Conrad’s POVI can’t believe the son of a bitch actually did it.My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white. I’m parked in the underground garage beneath the Harrington building, staring at the concrete wall like it holds all the answers. Everything I built, everything I am, is slipping through my fingers on the same fucking day.Jamie, my position, my billions. I was supposed to win this.Nobody seems to understand that. I was in that company long before Christian even knew Casper Harrington existed. I sat in boardrooms with my father. I learned the business from the ground up. I gave years, decades of my life to something that should have been mine by right by blood and by loyalty.And then Christian appears with a dead man’s will and a last name he didn’t earn, and suddenly none of it matters.I slam my palm against the wheel, chest heaving. The anger burns hot in my veins. I’m not going down like this. I refuse to.I start the engine and drive home, jaw cle
Jason’s POVThe first thing I notice when I wake up is the silence. It's the specific emptiness of a bed meant for two. I open my eyes and realize Diane’s side is cold. She’s been up for a while. Old habit makes me reach across anyway. I sit up, run a hand through my hair, and pull on my sweatpants. The city outside is still grey and half-asleep. I move through the silent penthouse until I find her standing in the doorway of the east guest suite, wearing one of my shirts that skims her thighs, hair loose down her back. The bed inside is untouched. “He’s gone,” she says quietly, sensing me behind her. “Yes.” “I knew he would be.” Her voice carries a quiet ache. “I hoped I was wrong, but I think I knew the moment he walked in.” I step beside her and slip an arm around her waist. “The debt will be cleared. Raphael’s on it. My lawyers are already handling your mother’s house. You’ll have the deed back soon.” She turns to me, eyes soft with something between gratitude and exha




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