LOGINJulian's POVThe wind moved quietly through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke across the campsite while the fire shifted and crackled between us, sending a shower of sparks drifting upward into the dark California sky, and as I sat there looking into the flames, I found myself realizing that some disappointments never really disappear, no matter how many years pass, because certain memories retain their sharp edges long after everything else has faded.“Eventually I found your contact information, and after that I found out where you went to school, and I remember thinking—very briefly, as it turned out—that maybe fate had finally decided to do me a favor for once.”A small laugh escaped me.“It was probably the most optimistic I'd been in months.”The firelight flickered across the ground.“So one afternoon I drove to UCLA, and before I even had a chance to figure out what I was actually going to say if I ran into you, I watched Sebastian pull up to pick you up, and
Julian's POVMy gaze remained fixed on the flames.“But when you spend your entire life being introduced through titles, accomplishments, family names, net worth estimates, business articles, and whatever version of yourself people have already constructed before they shake your hand, you start getting used to the fact that most people aren't really meeting you.”The words came more easily now.“They're meeting the idea of you.”The wind moved softly through the trees.“Some people see an investment opportunity. Some people see a business connection. Some people see a billionaire. Some people see a Hawthorne. Some people see a headline. Some people see a collection of assumptions they've already made before you've even opened your mouth.”I shrugged.“And after a while, you stop noticing it because that's simply how the world works.”My eyes drifted toward Evelyn.Only briefly.“Then one day you're lying face-down in the mud after losing an argument with a horse, and a complete strang
Julian's POV“Evelyn, from the perspective of someone who had just been violently introduced to the ground by a horse, it definitely felt like annoyance.”Frank was laughing so hard at this point that he had stopped pretending to drink.“You're telling me your first interaction with the love of your life was her being angry at you for getting injured?”“Not angry.”I pointed at Evelyn.“Disappointed.”“That is not true.”“It is completely true.”Evelyn turned toward the others.“I was checking for a concussion.”“She was interrogating me.”“I was asking medical questions.”“She was conducting an investigation.”“I needed to know what happened.”“She asked me if I had a habit of making terrible decisions.”The entire group immediately dissolved into laughter again.Evelyn looked horrified.“I did not say that.”“You said—and I quote—‘Please tell me you didn't think riding a nervous horse into a thunderstorm was a smart idea.’”Maddie slapped her knee.“Oh my God.”Frank was practically
Julian's POVThe group laughed again.I continued.“The first crack of thunder made the horse nervous. The second made him agitated. By the third one, he'd decided civilization had failed and we were all going to die.”Even Evelyn laughed at that.The sound immediately made it harder to concentrate.“I spent the next five minutes attempting to demonstrate that I was an experienced rider capable of handling a difficult situation under pressure.”I paused.“Unfortunately, what I actually demonstrated was that confidence and competence are not always the same thing.”Frank was already grinning.“Oh no.”“Oh yes.”I pointed toward him.“You know that expression people use when they say somebody was thrown from a horse?”“Yeah.”“Well, it sounds significantly more dignified than what actually happened.”Now everyone was laughing.Including me.“Because the reality is that I was launched.”The word hung in the air.“Not dismounted. Not unseated. Launched.”Frank nearly dropped his drink.Ma
Julian's POV“To be honest, the embarrassing part was never the fact that I fell in love with Evelyn.”The words left my mouth before I could stop them, and across the fire I immediately caught the look that flashed through Evelyn's eyes, which was unfortunate because maintaining emotional composure becomes significantly more difficult when the person you're talking about is sitting six feet away pretending not to listen.Maddie, naturally, seized the opportunity.“Wait,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “You're telling me you think being in love with Evelyn is embarrassing?”“No.”I laughed despite myself.“What's embarrassing is who I was back then.”The fire crackled softly between us as I leaned back in my chair and shook my head.“What's embarrassing is realizing that for most of my life I genuinely believed everything was under control, that every problem had a solution, every outcome could be influenced, every situation could be managed if you were smart enough, patient enough, or
Evelyn's POVAcross the fire, Julian finally opened his eyes and looked toward the sky with the exhausted expression of a man wondering whether it was too late to walk into the woods and start a new life under a different name, because at this point even the possibility of being eaten by a bear probably sounded preferable to continuing this conversation.“Regardless,” he said after a long pause, speaking with the solemn dignity of someone defending a thesis that had already been rejected by the committee, “I maintain that I was dumped.”Maddie immediately pointed at him.“Please present your evidence.”“The rules do not require evidence.”“The rules have evolved.”“You can't change the rules halfway through the game.”“Of course I can.”“That's not how games work.”“That's exactly how games work when I'm the one hosting them.”Frank started laughing again.“She's got you there.”“She absolutely does not.”“She absolutely does.”Julian looked briefly as though he was considering whethe
Evelyn's POVI smiled at Amby, soft and pleasant on the surface, even as something far less polite took shape underneath.If she had slept with my husband, then it stood to reason that Sebastian had already spent more than enough money on her—and if she had come here prepared to humiliate me to my
Evelyn's POVBut just as we settled in, a hotel staff member knocked on the door and informed us that Julian had sent over an apology gift.It was a set of clothes—a dress for me and a suit for Sebastian.Individually, they were both undeniably beautiful.But placed side by side, they didn’t match
Evelyn's POVHis voice dropped, quieter than before, and it didn’t sound like he was testing me anymore so much as confirming something he already believed to be true.I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I kept my eyes on the water, where the last trace of gold had already sunk beneath the surface
Evelyn's POVSebastian steadied me as I stepped on board, his hand settling at my waist with practiced ease, as though the gesture required no thought at all.“Careful,” he said.I nodded and let him guide me up, because he had always been good at this—attentive, composed, offering just the right a







