LAUREN’S POV
I wiped my cheeks fast and tried to smile. I didn’t want Elena to worry. “Just something in Mommy’s eye,” I said softly. She didn’t look convinced, but she nodded and came down slowly, hugging her teddy bear tight. She climbed onto the couch beside me and leaned her little head on my shoulder. I held her close, breathing in her soft baby shampoo scent, trying to hold myself together. “Did Daddy come home already?” she whispered. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yeah… he’s upstairs. He didn't want to wake you when he came in." I lied. Ethan didn't even attempt to go into her room and at least check on her. She didn’t say anything after that. Just sat there quietly until her eyes started to droop again. I carried her to her room and tucked her in gently. I kissed her forehead and whispered, “I love you more than anything, baby.” When she was finally asleep, I went into the master bedroom. Ours. Well, used to be ours. The bed still looked neat, untouched — Ethan hadn’t slept in it for weeks now. He said he needed space. Said work was too stressful, and he didn’t want to keep me up when he came in late. I sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. My chest felt tight, and the remaining tears I’d held back because of Elena's presence came rushing in like a storm. I curled up, pulled the blanket around me, and let it out. Silent, broken sobs that hurt deep in my ribs. The kind that no one hears. The kind that makes you feel completely alone. I cried until the pillow was wet. I must’ve fallen asleep sometime after three or four. The sky was already starting to brighten when I finally closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the room was filled with soft daylight. My head felt heavy. My eyes were swollen. I reached for my phone to check the time. It was past 10. I sat up slowly, brushed my hair back, and went downstairs. The house was quiet. “Mrs. Lauren,” Rosa said gently from the kitchen. “I took Elena to school. You were sleeping so deeply, I didn’t want to wake you.” I nodded. “Thank you, Rosa.” She gave me a small smile and kept wiping down the counter. I walked into the living room and saw her tidying up. That’s when she noticed something on the coffee table. “Oh,” she said, picking it up. “This looks like Mr. Ethan’s.” I looked closer. It was his silver USB drive — the one he always kept on his keychain. He used it for work. Always said it had important files on it. Rosa frowned. “He must’ve dropped it.” Right then, her phone buzzed. She answered quickly, nodding as she spoke in Spanish. Then she turned to me. “That was Mr. Ethan. He asked if we had seen the USB. I told him yes.” “And?” “He said I should drop it off at the office and leave it at the front desk.” I stayed quiet for a second. He had to call the maid instead of his wife — I was used to it by now. It wasn’t like it was anything new. ‘I’ll take it,’ I said. Rosa looked surprised. “Are you sure?” I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go.” She didn’t ask any questions. Just handed it to me and said, “Be careful, Mrs. Lauren.” I went upstairs, got dressed slowly in jeans, blouse, nothing fancy. Just enough to look presentable. My hands shook a little as I brushed my hair. I drove to Ethan’s office. My fingers gripped the steering wheel too tight the whole time. I kept thinking about that photo from last night. That soft pink lipstick. The way he had lied and made me feel crazy for asking. When I walked through the glass doors of the building, and got to the CEO level the front desk secretary looked up and froze for a second. She clearly recognized me. Her smile was tight and nervous. “Mrs. Black,” she said. “Uh… Mr. Black is in a meeting right now.” I tilted my head. “Is that so?” “Yes, he’s...he’s not available at the moment. And he asked not to be interrupted. But I take your message, if you like. And inform him when he's done." Her voice was polite, but the look in her eyes wasn’t. It was like she was trying to warn me. Like she knew something and didn’t want me to go any further. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t even answer her. I walked past her and opened the door to Ethan’s office. And there he was sitting on the couch, relaxed, smiling. Sitting right next to him, too close, was a woman I didn’t recognize at first. She was laughing softly, her hand resting on his arm like it belonged there. Like it had been there a hundred times before. My heart dropped. He didn’t even hear me come in at first. He looked up when the woman paused mid-laugh and glanced toward the door. When our eyes met, something in his face shifted — not guilt, not shame. Just surprise. Like I’d interrupted something slightly inconvenient. But it was the woman who held my focus. Her face. Her eyes. The way she tilted her head when she smiled — something about it felt familiar. And then it hit me. College. Ethan's ex-girlfriend Sofia Crane. The popular girl Ethan used to be crazy about. The one he always chased until she left him high and dry. Back then, she had everything — beauty, money, connections. I remember hoping she’d stay gone. After she broke up with him and made him the talk of the school then. That she’d never come back into his life. And now here she was. Sitting next to my husband in such an intimate position. Everything inside me turned cold. My hands clenched the USB so tight I thought I’d snap it in two.ETHAN'S POVSophia’s face carried a mixture of innocence and irritation now, as if I’d accused her of some petty treachery. “We agreed on this,” she insisted softly. “I thought you knew.” There was the smallest tremble in her voice, maybe embarrassment, maybe guilt. The thing about alliances is that they require calibration. Sophia and I had been on the same page until this very second. Now the margins have shifted.I considered my options. Backtrack and pretend I’d misspoken? That would look weak. Tell them the truth about my intentions with Cassandra and risk the entire stratagem? That would be reckless. Pivot to another lie, an elegant half-truth that closed the gap without exposing my map? That was tempting. Manipulation is an art; timing is the brush. But whatever I chose had to be delivered with the sort of calm that suggested absolute control. No tremors, no flaring nostrils, no heat in my hands.The most dangerous part of being a man who engineers other people’s lives is that
ETHAN'S POVIs she some kind of clown? When Sophia had been telling me about all their discussions I thought she was a smart person — the one who had approached Sophia with the whole idea of bringing down Lauren. That made sense. Strategy. Initiative. A woman who could smell opportunity and pounce. So why, then, would she even think I would want to hand her a position like that?I’m still a businessman. Businessmen need proof. Proof that you’re good at what you do. Proof that you will deliver results, that you can cut through politics and ego, and actually bring value to the bottom line. Paychecks aren’t charity; they’re investments. Investors want returns, not promises. They want numbers, not whining. When it comes to Cassandra, I don’t see proof. All I see is failure wrapped in excuses. If she was as competent as she claims, she would have gotten the role she says Lauren stole from her. She would be the one sitting in some corner office now, barking orders, closing deals. But she i
CASSANDRA'S POV She opened the front door, and I stepped inside, my heels clicking softly against the floor. The moment I entered everything about the house screamed wealth. The lights above, the wide staircase that spiraled upward like something out of a movie. A maid hurried over immediately, bowing slightly as she reached out to take our bags. I didn’t even try to hide the smirk forming on my face. She was small, timid-looking, her hair neatly tied into a bun. She probably thought she was being polite, but to me, it felt like power — my power, for once. I’ve always been the one taking bags, fetching coffee, arranging other people’s things. Always the one standing on the other side of wealth, watching people like this maid serve women like Lauren, the ones who always had everything. But now? Now I was the one handing my bag over. And it felt good. No, it felt right. “Just have a seat there,” Sophia said, motioning toward the couch. Her tone was casual, but confident like sh
CASSANDRA'S POV “Wait,” I said, blinking a few times, unsure if I’d heard her correctly. “Did I hear you right, or have I just been standing in the sun for too long?” Sofia chuckled softly, crossing one leg over the other. “You heard me right. I just got off the phone with him, as you know, and he wants to speak with you. It’s important.” Her tone was calm, confident as if this was a perfectly normal thing. But my body froze for a moment, my mind immediately racing. I stared at her face, trying to read something, anything in her expression that would tell me if she was joking or if this was some kind of trap. Important? What could be so important that her husband wanted to talk to me? I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or worried. Sofia and I had become close enough to call ourselves friends, maybe even allies, but even allies had limits. We shared information, planned things together, gossiped over coffee but we’d never crossed certain lines. I hadn’t been to her house befo
CASSANDRA'S POV I got down from my Uber, the sound of the car door clicking shut echoing faintly behind me. I paid the driver through the app, slipping my phone back into my purse as the vehicle pulled away into traffic. A gust of warm evening air brushed against my face, carrying the faint scent of roasted coffee beans from the café ahead.For a moment, I just stood there on the sidewalk, staring at the building in front of me. The café looked far too rich for my standards — sleek glass walls, polished wooden panels, and golden lettering that screamed luxury. Even the people stepping in and out looked like they belonged to a different world — suits, pearls, perfume worth more than my entire paycheck.On my own, I could never afford to come here. I would’ve felt completely out of place if I were just wandering in by myself. But I wasn’t coming here alone today. Sofia had invited me yesterday, and against my usual judgment, I’d agreed.Ever since we started talking after the company a
ROMAN'S POV“Why don’t we head back to the living room,” Lauren said finally, breaking the silence that had been hanging between us Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, grounding me for a moment. I gave a small nod and motioned for her to go ahead, but Aria was the first to move, her feet pattering lightly against the floor as she walked ahead of us. Lauren followed right behind her, and I took up the rear, my gaze flicking between them. Watching them walk together like that, it stirred something inside me that I couldn’t quite put into words.When we entered the living room, the sound of loud laughter immediately filled the space. Tessa’s voice carried through the air, light and carefree, as though she didn’t realize or care that half the house could hear her. She was on a call, talking animatedly and laughing like she was in a private comedy show. Then, right on cue, my phone buzzed again in my pocket.I let out a quiet sigh. It was like the universe had decided to test how muc