INICIAR SESIÓNMorning light crept into the room through the half-open curtains.
Jabco blinked slowly as he woke up.For a few seconds, he didn’t move. His body felt strangely light, rested, the way it used to feel years ago when sleep came easy. His head didn’t hurt. His chest felt calm. Too calm.He sat up and rubbed his temple, trying to understand why he felt like this.Then everything from last night came rushing back.Her face. Her warmth. The way she was in his arms.His head snapped to the other side of the bed.Empty.The space beside him was cold. No trace of her. No sound. No movement.His heart dropped.“Riyana?,” he muttered to himself.He clearly remembered holding her.He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, the sheet slipping from his waist. His chest felt tight now. He wasn’t a man who lost control like that. Never had been.He had been with women before. Enough times. But he had alwJust as David pulled his car to a stop in front of the restaurant, his eyes caught a familiar figure stepping out of a black car.His hands tightened around the steering wheel.For a moment, he couldn’t breathe.The pain that flashed through his eyes was sharp and raw, but he quickly buried it under anger. He had learned long ago how to hide hurt behind coldness.That man was Jabco.And Lily… Lily was his wife. The woman he loved. The mother of his son.Just a few days ago, he had slipped a ring onto her finger. She had accepted it.This very morning, she had been in his arms when he woke up. Her warmth was still lingering on his skin, yet now, sitting in this car, he felt like an outsider.He didn’t even have the courage to step out.Her warning echoed clearly in his mind. If you push me again, if you make even one more mistake, I won’t hesitate. I’ll take off this ring and throw it in your face.David
The door opened at that exact moment.Nick, who had just walked in, froze at the doorway. Since Riyana had left, the entire office atmosphere had been tense. Nick felt it every day.He chose his steps carefully, his words even more so.Jabco didn’t look at him.“Nick,” Jabco said coldly, his voice sharp with restrained anger, “get the car.”Nick didn’t dare ask a single question. He nodded immediately. “Yes, sir.”Jabco grabbed his coat from the chair and strode toward the door with long, forceful steps, his face dark and unreadable.Nick followed behind him in silence, knowing one thing for sure.Someone was about to pay for Jabco Grey’s mood tonight.At Lily’s apartment, the kitchen lights were on.David stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up, carefully plating the food he had just finished cooking. The aroma filled the room, warm and comforting. He had put real effort into
“So, where are we going to practice?” she asked, tapping her pen against her notebook absentmindedly.“You can practice in our office,” John replied casually.Riyana nodded, but Lennox’s voice interrupted, calm and smooth. “No, that will be troublesome. Why don’t we do it at my house? It’ll be easier and more convenient.”Her eyes widened slightly. “Your house?”she repeated, stunned. John also raised his eyebrows, caught off guard.“Yes,” Lennox said, leaning lazily back in his chair, one hand draped across the armrest. “It’ll be private too, if Ms. Rivan doesn’t mind.”Riyana hesitated for a moment, her mind spinning. His house? A superstar’s home?She swallowed, trying to keep her thoughts from racing. “I… I don’t have a problem. But, uh… you’ll be okay? I mean, what if someone finds out? The media?”
John spotted them first. He waved and walked over, a tablet tucked under his arm.“Riyana, you’re here already?” he smiled, then noticed Lily. “Ms. Collins"“Just Lily, Mr. Brown ,” she corrected lightly."Sorry for that, Lily " they laughed together.and turned back to Riyana.“The actor will be here in ten minutes.Riyana nodded.Lily squeezed her arm. “I’ll go check on the costume side. We’ll talk later.”Riyana nodded. “Sure.”As Lily walked away, Riyana took a deep breath and followed John further inside. The set opened up in front of her. A fake street, half-built houses, props scattered around. It was loud, messy, alive.John led her down a quiet hallway and stopped in front of a small room near the set. He opened the door and gestured for her to go in.“You can wait here for a bit,” he said in a calm, casual tone. “The actor w
Riyana didn’t know what she was supposed to think anymore, or what she was supposed to do.She had been worried ever since that day, even though she kept telling herself she shouldn’t be. She had no right to worry.She wasn’t his secretary anymore. She had already stepped out of his world. Going back to him was not an option, no matter how restless her heart felt.Just like she expected, there was no news from Jabco after that day. No calls. No messages. Nothing.Days passed in a blur.She threw herself into her new work, forcing herself to focus, forcing her life to move forward. Slowly, she began adjusting to her new routine.Today, she had an important meeting at the film location with the actor and John. It was her first official on-site discussion, and she didn’t want to mess it up.She arrived by taxi. As soon as she paid and stepped out, she turned around casually.And froze.Her eyes stopped on a familiar b
Riyana wiped her mouth with her sleeve, disgusted, angry, hurt all at once.“Why?” she snapped. “You can’t find anyone else, so now you torture me instead?”His expression did not change. If anything, his gaze grew colder.“Why should I look for another woman,” he replied flatly, “when you’re right here? We already slept together once. What’s wrong with doing it again?”The words hit her like a slap.So that was all it was to him.Once, Again, Nothing more.Riyana let out a short, bitter laugh. Her chest felt tight, her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought the urge to actually slap him.Riyana took a slow breath, forcing her voice to stay steady.“The first time was a mistake,” she said quietly. “And I’m not someone who keeps making the same mistake again and again.”She leaned a little closer, just enough







