ANMELDENCerene's POVI stood up from the desk slowly, stretching my arms above my head. The plan was forming nicely in my mind, but I needed to look the part. I walked into the bathroom attached to the guest room and freshened up. I washed my face with cool water, patted it dry, and applied a light layer of makeup... just enough to look fresh but natural. I brushed my golden hair carefully, making sure every strand was in place. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long moment, turning my head from side to side.“Perfect,” I whispered. “Now for the final touch.”I grabbed my bag and left the house quietly. Peter was still out somewhere, which made things easier. I drove to a high-end wig store in the city that I had looked up earlier. The drive was calm. I kept the radio low, thinking through every detail of my plan.The store was quiet when I arrived. I walked through the aisles slowly, running my fingers over different wigs until I found the right one ... a black wig that looked exac
Cerene's POVI paced back and forth in the guest room, my bare feet pressing hard into the soft carpet with every step. The luxurious black car that had taken Caroline away was still burned into my mind. “Who would send her such luxurious cars?” I groaned in anger, my voice echoing slightly off the walls. I stopped near the window and slammed my palm against the glass. The sound was sharp, but it didn’t make me feel any better.Peter had completely lost it earlier. He stormed out of the house after Caroline left, saying something about handling business. I honestly didn’t care where he went. Right now, all I could think about was her. Always her.I dug my nails into my palm, feeling the sharp sting as they pressed deeper. The pain helped me focus. “How come she always gets good things?!” I hissed to myself, pacing faster now. My short dress rode up with each angry step, but I didn’t bother fixing it. “Even that sexy bodyguard… God knows how she is able to afford him. Or who the he
Peter's POVI watched the black car disappear down the driveway. My blood was boiling. Caroline had actually left. She climbed into that fancy vehicle with her new guard and drove off like I meant nothing. I stood there on the front steps, fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white.Cerene was still clinging to my arm, breathing dramatically. “Peter… my inhaler. Please. I feel like I’m going to pass out.”I barely heard her at first. My mind was on Caroline. *She’s going after that doctor. Alex. That’s where she’s headed. Lunch date my ass. She’s running to him after everything.*“Peter?” Cerene whined again, tugging on my sleeve. Her face was flushed, eyes wide with fake panic.I finally turned to her. “Alright. Come on.” I led her back inside the house, my steps felt heavy. Every second I spent dealing with Cerene felt like time wasted. Caroline was getting further away, probably smiling in the back of that car, thinking she had won.We reached the living room. Cerene sat
Caroline's POVPeter stood up slowly from the outdoor chair. His movements were deliberate, almost lazy, as if he wanted me to watch every second. He reached out and pulled Cerene by the waist, yanking her body flush against his. Then he kissed her deeply right there in front of me. His hand gripped her lower back, holding her in place while she melted into him. When he finally pulled away, he looked straight at me with a smirk. “I am a man, it’s in our nature… I hope you ain’t jealous.”Cerene giggled softly and blushed, acting surprised even though her body pressed closer to his. One of her hands rested on his chest, fingers tracing lightly over his shirt. “Peter…” she whispered, clearly pleased.I stared at him like he was nothing but a piece of shit on the ground. My face stayed completely neutral. I refused to give him the reaction he wanted. “Tyrone, let’s go…” My legs started moving before I could stop them. I walked past Peter without even glancing at him, treating him like
Caroline's POV.Peter’s grip on my arm was bruising. Tyrone’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Let her go. Now,” Tyrone said, his voice low and threatening as he took another step forward.Peter smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “She’s my wife. You think you can tell me what to do in my own house?”Tyrone didn’t hesitate. “My job is to protect her. From anyone or anything." He said coldly.He grabbed Peter’s shoulder and yanked him back forcefully. Peter stumbled but recovered fast, swinging a wild punch that connected with Tyrone’s jaw. The sound was sharp. Tyrone’s head snapped to the side, but he immediately countered, driving his fist into Peter’s ribs.“Stay the hell away from her,” Tyrone growled, shoving Peter hard.Peter laughed through the pain, breathing heavily. “You think you’re tough? She’s mine. Always has been.” He lunged again, grabbing Tyrone’s collar and trying to throw him into the patio furniture.They crashed into the side table. Glass and bottles shattered acr
Caroline's POVI was in front of the mirror in my room, carefully applying makeup. I had not used it in a long time. The brush moved slowly across my eyelids as I prepared for lunch with Alex. Tyrone stood still by the door, arms crossed, guarding quietly.A loud bang came from the backyard. I jumped slightly, the brush pausing mid-air. “What could that be?" I thought. Another bottle broke, the sound sharp and clear.I put the makeup down quickly and rushed toward the door. “Tyrone, follow me,” I said.He nodded once and walked right behind me as we headed downstairs and out to the backyard. The sun was high, barely past noon. Peter was there, visibly drunk. He swayed on his feet near a broken bottle on the ground. Another empty whiskey bottle lay beside him.My eyes widened in shock. “What the fuck?! Peter it’s barely 12 in the afternoon and you’re drunk?!” The words almost came out fully, but I stopped myself. I surprised myself by how fast I controlled my emotions.“Before I wou







