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Evelyn’s POVThis new message is from Melissa, but my hands start to shake as I read her words. Let’s meet tomorrow. Don’t tell Lionel.I stare at the message for a while, reading it over and over again as if the letters might rearrange themselves into something less alarming. My chest feels tight, and for a second, I almost drop my phone. Why would she say that? Why would she not want me to tell Lionel?I swallow hard and type back. Why?Then I pause.No. Maybe I shouldn’t ask. Maybe it’s better if I just go and hear what she wants to say to me. It could be business but I doubt. My fingers hover over the screen before I erase my question and replace it with a single word: Okay.I hit send.After that, I toss my phone on the bed and just sit there, staring at nothing. The silence in the room is thick and very much uneasy. I suddenly feel like someone’s watching me, like there’s a camera hidden somewhere, or eyes peeking through the curtains. I turn around on impulse to check, but of c
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Evelyn’s POV“What is it?” I ask Lionel, who’s still staring at me like he’s just lost a bet. His gaze doesn’t waver—it’s steady, intense, and unsettling.“Lionel?” I call out again, softer this time.His hands drop from my shoulders to my palms. He holds them gently, his thumb brushing over my skin as if trying to calm both of us. Then he exhales, long and heavy. “So,” he begins, voice low, “there’s something currently going on in my life, and in a way, you’ve become involved. I don’t want anything to happen to you because of me.”I stare at him, confusion twisting in my chest. “What are you talking about?” I pull my hands away from his hold. “You’re scaring me right now, Lionel. What do you mean something is going on in your life? And what does that have to do with me?”He sighs and rubs the back of his neck like he’s trying to massage courage into his words. “It’s nothing serious,” he says, but his eyes flicker—betraying the lie.“Nothing serious?” I repeat, my voice sharp. “You’re
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Evelyn’s POVBefore I can stand up and open the door, Lionel is already walking toward it. “Don’t worry, I got this,” he says, his voice calm and confident as he strolls past Maya and me like he owns the house.We both watch as he opens the door. At first, I think it’s just someone delivering something, but then Lionel starts sneezing. Once. Twice. Then again, louder. He tries to talk, but it’s like his nose and mouth are waging war. The sneezing doesn’t stop—it’s so bad he staggers back from the doorway, waving his hands helplessly.Then I see her—a woman standing outside, smiling awkwardly, holding my little puppy like it’s made of gold.“Oh my God,” I whisper, jumping to my feet and rushing toward them. “My puppy!”Lionel is still sneezing uncontrollably, his shoulders jerking, his nose red. He tries to say something but can’t get the words out, just keeps pointing at the woman like she’s the cause of all his misery.“He asked me to look after the dog,” the woman says kindly, step
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Evelyn’s POVThe moment I hear the voice on the phone, I know instantly that it’s Leonard—the husband who has refused to give me a divorce. But I can’t let him know that I recognize him. He needs to believe I’ve forgotten him, that I’ve moved on—because I have— that his shadow no longer hovers over my life. That way, he loses his power over me.I swallow hard, masking the tremor in my throat, and ask with as much boldness as I can gather, “Who’s this?”“It’s your husband. Where are you? Come back home,” Leonard says in that low, intimidating voice of his. I almost laugh. Home? Wherever he’s calling home isn’t my home and never will be again.“Why?” I ask, my tone sharp. “What will happen if I don’t?”My eyes flicker. I glance at Lionel sitting beside me, then at Maya across the room. Their brows crease with curiosity, their eyes silently asking questions I don't want to answer. I force myself to keep a straight face, ignoring their concern.“That is no way to respond to your husband,
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Leonard’s POVClara is two months pregnant, and this morning she woke up with pain that ripped the air from my lungs. I had never moved so fast in my life. One minute she was clutching her belly, whimpering like a wounded animal, and the next, the driver was tearing through the streets, honking like a madman as he drove her to the hospital while I kept screaming at him to move faster. Now I’m standing in the antiseptic hallway, the fluorescent lights glaring down at me like a thousand judgmental eyes. The smell of disinfectant burns my nostrils. I pace in tight circles, my fists clenching and unclenching, as voices and footsteps echo in the distance. Every second feels like a damn hour.Finally, the double doors swing open, and the doctor walks out. His face is unreadable—calm, too calm. My heart slams against my ribs.I’m on him before he can take another step. “What’s wrong? What happened to her? Is she okay?” My voice is sharp, desperate, words tumbling over one another as I trail
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Lionel’s POVI glare at Maya, my jaw tightening at her earlier words still ringing in my head. A criminal? She had said it so casually, like it was the most natural conclusion to draw about me. I don’t blame her. With the way things just unfolded, with Frednando lurking around, I understand why she’d assume the worst. But she doesn’t realize just how lucky she is. If Frednando had seen her with me, she would’ve been dragged into my mess too, whether she liked it or not.I wait a few seconds, watching through the side mirror until I’m sure Frednando has walked away. Then I stand abruptly, ignoring the way Maya fidgets like she’s expecting an explanation. I don’t give her one. Instead, I head straight to the driver’s side, slide behind the wheel, and fire up the engine.She gets in without me saying a word. Smart.“You said you wanted to see Evelyn first,” I remind her, my voice clipped, controlled. “But you also need to rest. You’re no good to her if you collapse.”The drive is tense.
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