LOGINANABEL'S POV I walked into Chloe's apartment, the place I had been staying for over a week, exhausted and drained. I slammed the door shut hard, like I was taking out all my frustration from today's failed job interview on it. The sound echoed throughout the apartment, bouncing off the walls and filling the place for a few seconds before everything went quiet again. I stood there, breathing heavily, my hand still resting on the doorknob. Another interview. Another rejection. Another reminder that the life I used to have was gone. I threw my bag onto the couch and walked straight to the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. At this point, it was almost starting to feel like there was no point in job hunting when every attempt ended the same way. Every place I went seemed interested at first. They would smile, ask me questions, nod along as I spoke, and then eventually the conversation would reach the same point. Do you have a degree? And just like that, everything would change
CIERRA'S POVMy hand slowly rubbed Roman’s chest as we both lay there in bed, wrapped in silence. I was curled up comfortably in his arms while he stared up at the ceiling, and for a while, neither of us spoke. We simply remained there, enjoying the peace that came with the moment. Out of everything that had happened this week, these moments were easily my favorite. A small smile appeared on my face as I rested my head against his shoulder. Sometimes I wished time would just stop whenever I was here. No worrying about what excuse I would use next. Unfortunately, life never worked that way. Just when I was beginning to enjoy the silence, the sound of my phone buzzing on the table immediately drew both our attention. I already knew what it was before I even picked it up. With a small sigh, I stretched across the bed and grabbed my phone. Just as I expected, it was my alarm. I always set an alarm whenever I came to see Roman. At first, it was because I was afraid of losing track
CIERRA'S POV “Babe,” I said as I approached Miles by the poolside. He gently looked up at me from his laptop, his expression immediately telling me to speak. His fingers paused above the keyboard while his attention shifted fully toward me. “I wanna show you something,” I said before opening my phone and going straight to my gallery. I began scrolling through the pictures on my phone, searching for one in particular. It had to be somewhere here. I knew I still had it. When I first used this excuse on Zach, I had gone out of my way to make it believable. Back then, I generated a fake movie ticket image with ChatGPT just to make sure he wouldn't question anything. The memory almost made me laugh honestly, I never thought I would end up using the same trick again, but why fix something that wasn't broken? The excuse worked perfectly before there was no reason it wouldn't work now. I continued scrolling through dozens of old images until I finally found what I was looking for. There
CIERRA'S POV I have to say, watching that cab move farther and farther away yesterday was one of the most joyous things I've felt in a very long time. The thought crossed my mind once again as I slowly walked around the living room. Even now, almost a full day later, the satisfaction still hadn't faded. In fact, every single time I remembered the look on Anabel's face as she left, the feeling only became stronger. I mean, who would've thought she'd decide to walk away from all this by herself? She's clearly nothing but a gold digger, so why... I bent slightly and looked toward the poolside through the large glass doors. Miles was still sitting over there with his laptop open in front of him. His attention seemed completely occupied by whatever work he was doing. A small smile appeared on my face. Yesterday, when Anabel left, I had briefly become worried. The way Miles stood there watching her leave almost made me think there was still a tiny piece of him somewhere that cared abo
ANABEL'S POV I stood in the middle of the bedroom with my suitcase lying open on the bed. My eyes slowly moved around the room that had been mine for years. Somehow, it felt different now. Maybe it was because I was looking at it knowing I was leaving and not storming out after an argument, not going out to clear my head, not leaving for a few hours and returning later. Leaving for good. I swallowed hard and slowly bent down to pick up another stack of clothes from the wardrobe. My hands paused halfway. Was I really doing this? A few hours ago, I would have laughed if someone had told me I would be packing my things and preparing to walk away from this marriage. Yet here I was. One shirt after another disappeared into the suitcase. One dress after another followed. The more things I packed, the emptier the room started to look. And the emptier the room looked, the more real everything became. I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed my forehead. This was a bad idea.
MILES' POV My hand went to my head as I let out a small sigh. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. The pressure building inside my skull only seemed to get worse the more I thought about what had just happened. Everything had spiraled out of control so quickly that I still couldn't properly process it. Just a few minutes ago, I had been sitting in my office, thinking I was in control of the situation, thinking I had everything figured out. Now Anabel had walked out with divorce on her mind. How the hell did this happen? This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go. She wasn't supposed to hear that conversation. She wasn't supposed to know about the pregnancy. And now she was talking about divorce? I didn't want that. The realization annoyed me even more because I couldn't understand why I didn't want it. For months now, things between Anabel and me had been dead. We barely spoke. We barely spent time together. I couldn't even remember the last
ANABEL'S POVThis was the fourth message I had sent Chloe, and still no reply. Was her phone dead or something? I stared at the screen for a few more seconds, hoping the little "online" sign would suddenly appear beside her name. Nothing. I frowned. Suddenly, I knew what it felt like to be on t
ANABEL'S POV I was finally done changing. I dropped the oversized clothes onto the bed. They were obviously his. I wish I had even a little time to stay a while longer, at least long enough to charge my phone and leave on my own. But time wasn't on my side right now. I didn't want everyone to wo
ANABEL'S POV“I should say whatever I have to say right here?”“Yes. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, crossing his arms.Of course I do. Who wouldn’t?I honestly didn’t understand the way he reasoned sometimes. Where had he ever seen a marriage where a husband and wife were having a conv
ANABEL'S POV I raised an eyebrow. Now I was completely confused. Disappointed? What was she talking about now? The way she said it made it sound like I had committed some terrible crime. Not just a mistake. No. She looked genuinely disappointed. The problem was that I had absolutely no idea wh







