MARCOFrom my office, the glass walls gave me more than just quiet. They let me watch without anyone knowing. Out on the open floor, Sofia moved like she had been here for years. She wasn’t rushing, but she wasn’t wasting time either. One moment she was by the copy machine, leaning slightly toward a junior analyst as if listening closely. The next, she was over by another desk, holding a stack of files that weren’t hers, pointing at a page, speaking in a low, even tone.Every movement of hers felt planned. She didn’t stay in one spot too long, never enough for it to look deliberate, but always long enough for people to notice her. She was making herself useful, visible, indispensable. The kind of thing that looked like dedication on paper but had more weight in the room.I kept watching, my eyes following her as she crossed to another desk, her heels tapping quietly against the floor. She was efficient, sharp, dressed like she understood exactly how much polish to bring to the job. I
MARCOThe traffic was crawling that morning. Cars barely moved, bumper to bumper, engines humming low with the occasional sharp honk cutting through the air. I sat behind the wheel, hands resting on it, but my mind wasn’t on the road..It was on Sarah. Her face kept coming back to me. Pale, tired, eyes heavy like they carried a weight too big to put into words. She hadn’t slept well, I could see that clearly.Her voice from last night echoed in my head, soft but shaking just enough to make my chest tighten. “Promise me I won’t lose you.” The way she looked at me then, like I was all she had left to hold on to, stuck with me.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, almost like holding onto her would keep me grounded. I meant every word I gave her. No matter what Sofia planned or how much she tried to sneak her way back into my life, I wasn’t going to let it happen. I wasn’t that man anymore, the one who let things slip or gave in to temptation. I promised Sarah I would keep my distance.
SARAHI lay in bed beside Marco, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room was dark except for the slowy glow of moonlight leaking through the curtains. Everything was quiet but my mind wasn’t.Marco was fast asleep beside me. His chest rose and fell in that soft, steady rhythm I knew so well. His fingers were still loosely wrapped around mine from earlier, after he told me everything would be fine… after he swore she didn’t matter… that I had nothing to worry about.But no matter how many times I replayed those words in my head, they didn’t bring me peace. They didn’t settle the ache growing in my chest.I wanted to believe him. God, I really did. I wanted to close my eyes and feel safe the way I used to, like his arms were enough to block out everything that could hurt me. But it wasn’t working tonight. My heart was unsettled. My mind just kept spinning in circles I couldn’t control.Every time I blinked, I saw her. Sofia. Her hands on his desk. Her fake little smile
MARCOTony walked in just as I slammed the drawer shut. His eyes flicked to the phone, then back to me.“You look like hell,” he said, closing the door behind him.I didn’t waste time. “You won’t believe what just happened.”Tony raised a brow, waiting.I started pacing again. My chest was still tight. Hands still clenched. I turned to him. “Sophia showed up.”His brow lifted slightly. “At the office?”“Yeah. Walked in like she owned the place. Letter in hand.”“Letter?”“From the board,” I said. “Official. Stamped. She’s my new secretary.”Tony blinked, stunned. “You’re joking.”“I thought I was being pranked too, until Gabriele called. Confirmed it. Said it was all set. Board decision. My mother and Maddalena both approved.”Tony frowned, crossing his arms. “They planned this.”“Of course they did. I just didn’t think they’d pull something this bold. She even had the nerve to smile like it was some kind of reunion.”Tony moved closer, voice lower. “What exactly did she say?”I rubbe
MARCOI stood the second I saw her.Everything in me went still, but my chest burned.“What the hell are you doing here?”My voice came out sharp, cutting the air in two. I didn’t yell. I didn’t need to. The edge was enough.Sofia didn’t flinch. She didn’t even blink. She walked in with that same fake calm I’d seen a hundred times before—slow steps, perfect posture, like she was walking into a meeting she’d already won. She closed the door behind her gently, like she had all the time in the world.She was dressed like she belonged in any office. White blouse, black skirt, heels clicking on the floor. Clean. Professional. But her lipstick was the exact same red that stained the napkin Sarah had shown me. That was no accident.Her eyes scanned the room, then landed on me.“Is that how you greet your new secretary?” she said, soft and smug.I moved around the desk, not fast, but sharp. My fists were clenched before I realized it.“You’re bold,” I said. “Even for you.”“I’m just here to s
MARCOShe was still asleep when I opened my eyes. Curled into my side, her hand flat against my chest like she was holding me there. I didn’t move. I just lay still, watching her breathe, her face soft and quiet for once. The weight of everything from the past few days pressed against my ribs, but it wasn’t heavy enough to pull me away from this.That package. Her silence. The guest room. The look in her eyes when she said, “It worked.”I almost lost her. Again.All because I kept something to myself.I breathed out slowly and brushed my fingers over her arm. Silence could kill in our world. It didn’t come with blood, but it left its own bruises.Her lashes fluttered. She stretched, still half-asleep, and tilted her face up toward me. Her voice came out rough, sleepy.“You awake?”“Yeah.”She yawned and blinked slowly. “Did you sleep?”“A little.” I paused, then added, “You?”She nodded and didn’t say anything for a second. Then she placed her hand over mine. “Let’s try to start today