เข้าสู่ระบบThey arrived at his apartment. It was beautiful with tall windows bearing the view of the city. The whole place was clean. And cozy."You live here?" she asked."Most of the time.""It's so quiet.""James likes noise. Chaos. I like peace."She looked at him. "You know James?"He paused. Just for a second. Something flickered behind his eyes."Everyone knows James," he said carefully. "He's not exactly a low profile person."She nodded. Didn't push. She was too tired to push.He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Pulled out a bottle of wine."Do you want some?""I shouldn't.""You're not driving. You're not working. You're not with him." He set the bottle on the counter. "You're here. With me. Just for tonight."She looked at him. At his eyes. At the way he was watching her."Okay," she said. "Just for tonight."He poured two glasses. Handed her one. She sat on the couch. He sat beside her. Close enough to feel. Far enough to breathe."You have a beautiful place," she said."T
Sloane was at her desk when the receptionist buzzed."There's someone here to see you," she said. "A man. He says his name is Ashton."Sloane's heart stopped.She hadn't seen him since that night. Hadn't spoken to him. Hadn't even known his name until he'd left the note on the nightstand. She'd spent the past week trying to convince herself it had been a mistake. A one-night thing. Something she could bury and forget.She should tell the receptionist she wasn't available. Should hide in her office until he left.Instead, she said, "Send him in."****He walked through the door like he owned the building.Dark jeans. White shirt. His hair was messy, like he'd been running his hands through it. He held a coffee cup in each hand.Then he set one on her desk. "I didn't know if you liked sugar."She stared at him. "How did you find me?""You told me your name. And I found your work online." He shrugged. "Wasn't hard.""You shouldn't be here.""I know.""I could call security.""You could."
Sloane laid in bed at home, staring at the ceiling, the stranger's note still clutched in her hand. She read it so many times the words blurred together. "You're too good for whatever happened to you. Don't let him win."She didn't even know his name. But he'd seen her. Really seen her. And he hadn't looked away.She should have felt ashamed. She was married. She'd cheated. She'd let a stranger touch her in ways James hadn't touched her in months.But she didn't feel ashamed.She felt alive. For the first time in a long time, she felt alive.She called in sick to work the next morning. Couldn't face anyone. Couldn't pretend everything was fine. She just needed to be alone.She sat on her couch and stared at the wall. Thought about James. Thought about the stranger. Thought about the life she'd built and the life she'd lost.She'd been so sure about James. So certain he was the one.Now she didn't trust herself to know anything.Then James came home that night. Sober. That was unusual.
♦(Book 2)♦ Chapter 1Sloane thought marrying James was the beginning of her happily ever after.She'd watched her brother Mason and her best friend Lucy find their way to each other. Watched them build a life. Watched them welcome their daughter Lily into the world. She'd been happy for them. Truly.But she'd also been jealous.Not in a bitter way. In a hopeful way. She wanted what they had. The love. The security. The future.James had seemed like the answer. He was kind. Attentive. He made her laugh. He made her feel seen.She'd been so sure.The wedding was beautiful.White flowers. Candlelight. Her mother had cried. Mason had given her away. Lucy had stood beside her, pregnant and glowing.James had looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.She'd believed him. Then, six months later, everything changed. It started small. A drink after work. Then two. Then three.He'd come home late. Irritable. He'd snap at her for nothing."Where were you?" she'd ask."Working.""You
One year later. Mason and I were already married. He had thrown a grand wedding for us. And we had shared our vows. I remember him getting teased because he bragged he won't cry. But he did shed tears at the altar. He was happy to have me. Back to present. The nursery we prepared was pink.Mrs. Chen had insisted. She'd been wrong about the gender, but she'd been right about everything else. The baby was healthy. Beautiful. Perfect.We named her Lily.She had Mason's eyes and my stubbornness. She was the best thing we'd ever done.My aunt, Katherine came to visit when Lily was three months old. She walked into the nursery and stopped. Her eyes filled with tears."She looks like your mother," she whispered.I looked at my daughter. At her dark hair. Her small nose. Her peaceful expression."She does," I said.Katherine reached into her bag. Pulled out a small box."Your mother wanted you to have this," she said. "For your daughter. When she was ready."I opened it. Inside was a locket
The nausea started three weeks after my birthday. I didn't think much of it at first. A stomach bug. Something I ate. But when it didn't go away, I started to wonder.I bought the test on a Thursday. Took it in the bathroom of my apartment. Stared at the two pink lines for a long time.My hands were shaking.I sat on the floor and tried to breathe. Tried to think. Tried to process what this meant.I was pregnant. Mason and I were going to have a baby.I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both.I told Mason that night. He was making dinner. Burned pasta again. I watched him move around the kitchen, so focused, so determined to get it right."Mason," I said.He didn't turn around. "Yeah?""Guess what"He turned. Looked at my face. Immediately set down the spoon. "What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong." I took a breath. "I'm pregnant."The words hung in the air. He stared at me. "What?""I'm pregnant. I took a test. It's positive."He didn't move. Didn't speak. Just stared at me lik
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice. If I don't get away from her soon, I'm going to ruin everything. Her. Me. He was talking about me. I replayed the conversation a hundred times. I've spent ten years watching her. She looks at me like I'm furniture. Mason Chen had been watching me. F
Three days passed.Three days of avoiding Mason. Three days of hiding in the pool house like I was scared of something, him.I tried not to think about the nights he came home late.The job lead went nowhere. Mason made a call, like he'd promised, but the position had been filled by the time I reac
I woke up to sunlight and the sound of someone knocking. Not the polite way of knocking. The I own this property and I'll bang on your door if I want kind of knocking. Loud. Insistent. Three sharp raps that rattled the frame."Lucy."Mason's voice. Rough, like he'd just woken up too. Or maybe he ha
“Fuck!”I hoisted my tote bag higher onto my shoulder and broke into a jog, my sneakers slapping against the sidewalk. Four o'clock. My landlady, Mrs. Harlow, had been very clear on the phone this morning. Cash, Lucy. I don't care about your bank's "technical difficulties." You show up with my mone







