Lia’s POVIt started with a drawer.Not a scream, not a gunshot, not even one of Ruben’s terrifying moods. Just… a drawer he thought she wouldn’t open.He had been called away for an urgent meeting, something about one of the warehouses, and while he left in a storm of hurried footsteps and hushed voices, she remained behind, trying to shake the unease that had been gnawing at her lately.Ever since the visitors with sharp suits and colder eyes. Ever since she heard whispers behind closed doors. Ever since Ruben started acting more like a man with walls than a husband with a heart.She wasn’t snooping at least, that’s what she told herself. She had wanted to get her book from the study, the one she left during her late-night attempt to study.But the drawer was slightly open. Barely. Like an invitation.Her fingers hovered.Her gut screamed.She pulled it open.Stacks of documents. Files labeled with names she didn’t recognize. Maps with red markings. Schedules. Photos some grainy, so
The villa’s warmth felt distant when I woke the next morning. Sunlight spilled across the marble floors, the ocean humming softly beyond the arched windows, but something inside me wouldn’t settle.Ruben had already gotten out of bed no surprise there. His side of the mattress was cool, his cologne faint in the sheets. It felt... emptier than usual.I padded into the sunroom in a silk robe, half expecting him to be on the phone again. But he wasn’t. Just silence.Until I heard voices. Low, urgent ones.I followed them quietly, careful not to let the floor creak beneath my bare feet until I reached the study, a room Ruben kept locked most of the time.The door was open this time.I paused.Ruben was inside with two men. Not strangers I remembered them from the day those well-dressed, unplaceable “businessmen” visited our home. They looked sharp, confident, and out of place in paradise.The man with the scar spoke.“You sure she doesn’t suspect?”“She doesn’t know anything,” Ruben’s voi
I wasn't expecting company especially not in the middle of a honeymoon that was finally beginning to feel like something out of a fairy tale. Ruben and I had just returned from a peaceful walk along the lemon grove paths behind the villa when a familiar laugh echoed from the front garden.I turned, confused… then froze.“Daph?”She stood there grinning in oversized sunglasses and a crop top that screamed confidence, pulling a bright yellow suitcase behind her like she owned the Amalfi Coast.“Oh my God!” I rushed forward, nearly tripping over the gravel as I ran into her arms. “What are you doing here?”“You think I’d miss a chance to crash your honeymoon?” she teased, squeezing me tight. “Ruben told me you missed me. So I hopped on a plane the moment I got the greenlight.”I turned to Ruben, who was now standing at the doorway with that faint smirk he wore when he wanted me to know he’d done something good.“You did this?” I asked.He just shrugged casually. “You’ve been smiling more
Lia’s POVThe airport was more quiet than I expected.No flashing cameras. No stares. Just Ruben’s hand warm around mine, our security detail shadowing us from a distance. Ruben had arranged everything with surgical precision: a private jet, a quiet terminal, a car waiting for us on the other side of the ocean.This wasn’t a vacation.It was an escape.A new chapter.A pause between storms.“You’ve been quiet,” he said, adjusting my seatbelt gently after we boarded. His fingers brushed my collarbone. “Still nervous?”“Kind of. I’m waiting for someone to wake me up and tell me this is just a fantasy.”His eyes searched mine.“It’s not,” he said.As the jet took off, I stared out the window, the city shrinking below us like a memory I was trying to outrun.We landed in Positano, Italy.The villa Ruben booked sat on the cliffside, like it had been carved into the sun-kissed rock just for us. White curtains danced with the breeze, and the scent of lemons and sea salt clung to the air like
Lia’s POVI closed the distance.Because I knew in that messed up, confusing, terrifying moment that I didn’t want anyone else.“I don’t want to lose myself trying to be okay with everything,” I whispered, placing my palm over his chest. His heartbeat thundered beneath my fingers.“Then don’t,” he murmured, his hand covering mine. “Let me carry the weight. Let me do what I’ve always done, protect you. Even if it’s from the truth.”“But the truth is mine now, Ruben.”He nodded slowly, stepping closer, until we were nose to nose. “Then tell me what to do… and I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.”I didn’t answer. Instead, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his.Not out of passion.Not out of lust.But out of pain, and hope, and the sick, twisted feeling, that maybe we were both too far gone.His arms wrapped around me instantly, like he’d been waiting for permission. The kiss deepened, but not like the others. This one was slow, burning like kindling catching fire.But I was the one who pulle
Ruben’s POVSomething had changed.She still smiled at me. Still laughed when Daphne made ridiculous jokes. Still ate dinner beside me at the table, legs brushing mine underneath, like she always used to.But it wasn’t real. Not all of it.I could feel the shift in her.A man always knows when the woman he loves is drifting silently, secretly, like sand slipping through the gaps of your fingers no matter how tightly you hold on.And I was holding on.Desperately.Lia had been quieter since that morning she went out alone. She claimed she was meeting a friend. I didn’t ask who I already knew. Ken.I could smell it on her skin when she returned.Not perfume or cologne. But the scent of hard truths. Of broken illusions.Now, she sat across from me in the reading room, legs tucked beneath her, pretending to be absorbed in one of the novels I’d hand-selected for the home library.But her fingers hadn’t flipped a page in over ten minutes.“You’re quiet,” I said, voice low.She looked up, st