Nathan's POVI stayed back in the office till past six. I told myself it was work, but really, it was the weight in my chest that kept me there. I thought about every move Alicia could be making, every decision she thought she would take without me, I felt it. And my greatest worry was planning a way to bring her back, even if she didn’t know it yet.The silence of the office felt safer than going home to questions I wasn’t ready for. The office had emptied hours ago. Cleaners were already done and the corridors were silent, the only sound was the dull hum of the air conditioner above me. I should have gone home, but I couldn’t. My desk had nothing new on it. My laptop screen glowed with reports I had read twice already. Still, I stayed, staring at the numbers without seeing them, letting the silence wrap around me.The truth was simple. I was overwhelmed. The weight of everything pressed down until I could barely breathe. Every time I thought of walking through my front door, my che
Andrea followed suit, her steps were slower and hesitant, but she didn’t stop. She entered his office after him, trying to read his expression and searching for some sign of what he was thinking.The murmurs from the boardroom followed them like a shadow, carrying whispers of speculation and curiosity. No one dared speak too loudly, but the tension in the air was thick. Everyone knew something had just happened, and all eyes were waiting for the storm to break.When Andrea realized Nathan wasn’t ready to listen, her face hardened. Without another word, she turned and left the premises, anger simmering beneath her calm.”In the back seat of her car, Andrea dialed quickly. Her voice dropped, in a cold and deliberate manner. “Lay low, Jack. Do not let Nathan suspect you as an accomplice to Camila. Is that clear?” “Yes ma'am.” Jack responded as he sneaked into the restroom at the office and he hung up immediately he heard footsteps approaching the door.Nathan sat at his desk, files spr
“Camila?”Nathan’s lips tightened as he leaned closer to the monitor. His office secretary. The one he had always trusted to be loyal, or so he thought.“Why would she steal from me?” he muttered under his breath, disbelief twisting inside him.On the screen, Camila moved with precise and controlled motions. She dragged boxes of Italian marble tiles across the floor, stacking them neatly in a duffle bag, before crouching by another crate. Everything about her was too practiced and felt too confident. She knew this warehouse like the back of her hand.Nathan’s hand hovered over the phone, ready to call security, but instinct held him back.He switched to another angle. The camera caught her from the side, giving him a full view of her movements. Camila rifled through crates of gold-plated bathroom fittings, inspecting each piece before sliding it carefully into the bag. She moved quickly but cautiously, her every step measured. One mistake and it would be over, she thoughtHer phone b
Nathan slowed the car and eventually halted by the side of the road. For a fleeting moment his heart surged. The thought of stepping out, of walking up to her and demanding answers, even of confessing that he still loved her, flashed through his mind. But then his gaze shifted, and everything inside him hardened.A man in a sharp suit, tall and self-assured, the kind of man whose presence filled the space around him, walked out from a hilux and stood beside her.Nathan’s hand froze on the door handle as he watched the man lean closer, his arm brushing against Andrea’s shoulder. She tilted toward him easily, laughing at something he said, and the sound of it— even muffled through the glass, cut straight into Nathan’s chest.His jaw clenched, the muscles in his face tightening as a dull ache spread through him. He stayed where he was, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles whitened. Every movement of hers, the way she turned her head, the small smile that curved her l
As Emily’s hands trembled around the cup, the silence stretched until it became unbearable.Finally, she whispered, her voice raw with certainty, “No, Alicia. I don’t like him anymore. Whatever I felt… it died the moment he walked out of that room.”Her eyes lifted slowly, meeting Alicia’s own with a mix of shame and relief. “But the memory… it never left me. That’s why I can’t look at him without feeling… exposed.”Alicia nodded gently, her heart easing with relief. She reached across the table and squeezed Emily’s hand. “Then it’s settled. You don’t have to feel guilty anymore. The past is the past.”Emily let out a shaky breath, almost smiling for the first time.But Alicia’s gaze hardened, her voice firming as she sat back. “Now we need to focus on something very pressing. Nathan.”Emily blinked. “Nathan?”“Yes,” Alicia said, her tone sharpening. “I can’t keep dragging this mess any longer. It’s time I end it properly. I’m sending him the divorce papers.”Emily hesitated, then nod
Alicia watched them both, the tension in the room pressing down and she furrowed her brows before asking, "Is there a problem between the two of you that I don’t know about?"Emily’s eyes flickered for a moment before she looked away with a faint uneasy smile. "No, nothing really. Everything is fine."Dylan shifted uncomfortably with his hands tightening at his sides and his jaw set as if he was holding back something.Alicia tilted her head and studied them closely. "Okay, no problem. But seriously, you both look like there’s something." She let it drop and leaned back slightly."Let me get the groceries I brought for you from the cab," Emily said as she walked out, going towards the cab. The driver waited quietly outside while she handed him the fare and collected the bags she had brought, the faint smell of leather and gasoline following her as she carried them carefully back inside.Back in Alicia’s apartment the memory of Georgia’s attack still lingered. Alicia sank onto the couc