LOGINI stepped into the building with a somber expression that felt like a permanent mask. I tried my best to interact with the other employees, offering small nods and forced smiles, but it was like they could sense the radioactive cloud of my mood. They gave me a wide berth, sensing that I wasn't in the spirit for the usual morning pleasantries.The weekend had been a grueling exercise in faking it. I’d spent Saturday bonding with my son, trying to lose myself in his laughter and the simple logic of fishing, but my mind was a million miles away. Sunday had been even worse, spent with Chloe. I tried to be in high spirits, but both of them could see right through my bullshit. They chose not to say anything, but the silence was heavy.I knew Chloe sensed the tectonic plates of my marriage shifting. She stayed out of it, refusing to pick a side, but her quiet withdrawal told me exactly whose "side" she was in at that moment. You could never outrun blood, no matter how muc
“Didn’t I ask you a question?”He roared out. The sound vibrated in the space of the bedroom, shattering the calm I’d tried to build in the shower. I stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights, the damp towel suddenly feeling like lead against my skin. This was not how I wanted this to go. I had planned for a conversation, a bridge back to "us." Instead, I was staring at a bridge that was currently being burned to the ground.“Autumn, am I not speaking to you, or have you suddenly gone mute?” He moved faster than I could track, his hand seizing my arm. His grip was a vice, a physical manifestation of the control he was losing over the situation.I was suddenly afraid. Not just of his anger, but of the realization that I didn’t know this man as well as I thought. “It’s a compliance firm,” I managed to stutter out. I tried to sound convincing, tried to sound brave but it was mostly for my own benefit. I sounded small. I hated it.“A compliance firm. And let me guess—Sebastian Thorne
I stared absentmindedly at my computer screen, the flickering cursor mocking my lack of productivity. My thoughts kept reversing back to Eric’s behavior from yesterday—the cold, calculated way he’d dismantled Eleanor until she ran away like she’d seen a ghost. I’d seen him angry before, but that? That was a different beast. It was a predator asserting dominance without even raising his voice.I ran my hand through my hair, a habit I’d been repeating all morning until my scalp felt raw. One thing was for sure: I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that particular brand of fury.But even as the fear prickled at my skin, a deeper, more jagged resentment was taking root. I was already contemplating this entire marriage. Yes, I loved him—God help me, I did—but I was never going to play second fiddle to some "pick-me" bitch like Sophia. The necklace he’d given her, the house he’d provided... It was the last straw. The dismissive way he’d acted lately sealed it for me. I felt like a tr
Eleanor’s POVEleanor arrived at the Kingston estate, the grand architecture and manicured lawns bringing a bitter taste to her mouth. She had made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t ever appear in this building again, not unless it was to witness their total downfall. Every pillar and gold-leafed detail reminded her of the power she used to wield and the brother who had systematically stripped it away.But here she was. Of all places, she had to come crawling back to the lion's den.(Flashback)Eleanor sat in her plush leather chair in her office, the silence in the room felt suffocating. She stared out the window, listening as her assistant, Jared, delivered the news. His voice was trembling.“Madam, the lawyer called... he wanted to deliver the news on the verdict personally,” Jared said, bracing for impact as if she might throw something at him. “He said we lost, ma’am. The judge was firm. We are ordered to pay about 10 billion in damages from the multiple lawsuits filed again
“What are you doing here?” she asked. I stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. What was she doing here? I should be asking that question.“What are you doing ‘here ?” I asked her, instead.“Are you flipping the question on me?” she huffed. “I asked you first.”“Can we go somewhere more private?” I suggested, my heart hammering.“You better have a good reason as to why you are there,” she said, her eyes narrowing into slits.We got into the car she came with. I tried to relax, but I couldn't. I was on edge due to the hunger and Chloe finding out; if she knew, Eric would too. I gave the address for an oriental restaurant that served really good food—it was what I was craving. We stepped into the restaurant and found a quiet corner booth to sit.“Okay, spill everything,” she commanded. I did, as the dishes were being served while I stuffed my face full of food.“Are you sure this thing is real?” she said, staring at me skeptically.“Why would I lie to you, Chloe?”She raised an
We arrived at the address Sebastian had given me. Through the glass panels of the restaurant, I could see him standing there, waiting. My phone vibrated in my bag again. I didn’t need to look to know who it was, and I certainly didn't want to talk to him.“You may leave,” I said to the driver as I prepared to get out.“Ma’am, I can’t do that,” he replied, sounding hesitant.“I am the one giving you an order. Leave. Now.” I stepped out of the car, catching a glimpse of his phone ringing again. I had no doubt it was Eric demanding an update.As I stepped onto the pavement, the biting night air sent a chill through me.“Autumn!” I heard Sebastian call out. He wasted no time taking off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “Are you okay?” His voice was etched with genuine concern.“Just lead me to the restroom first,” I whispered. He nodded and guided me inside.Staring at my reflection, I saw a tear-stricken face and ruined makeup. I washed it all away, deciding to go bare-faced w
Autumn POVI sat down on the sofa, staring at the TV. A broadcast of an interview was playing on the screen, the bright lights of the television reflecting in my eyes. The words being said echoed in the vast, space of the living room. It felt like the house was too big now, especially with the
Eric’s POVIn the vast quietness of his home office, the only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock and the occasional rustle of paper. Eric flipped through the file on his desk, his eyes scanning the lines with a clinical precision. This was more than he had bargained for. The be
We had finally returned home after spending three grueling days at the hospital. The sterile smell of antiseptic seemed to have seeped into my skin, and the constant beep of monitors still echoed in my ears. Finn was much better, his laughter returning as we walked through the front doors of the es
An annoying, persistent buzzing sound jerked me out of my slumber. Vibrating against the mahogany of the nightstand with a rhythmic intensity that seemed to drill into my brain. Just when I thought I was relaxed enough to return to my sleep, the same sound stirred me back.I was more than a bit irr







