Mag-log inOliver’s POV After Elena went into her bedroom and shut the door, I was left alone in the dimly lit hallway. I stood there for a few lingering seconds, still feeling the faint trace of her lips against mine and the gentle warmth of her presence. With a quiet exhale, I unlocked my own bedroom door, stepped inside, and tossed my suit jacket over the armchair. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress shirt, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that overlooked the city. My mind immediately drifted back to the morning—specifically, the exact second I had stepped through the private doors into Elena’s office suite. Seeing another man holding her wrist had ignited a sudden, dangerous flare of pure rage in my chest. A dark, ugly streak of jealousy had surged through me so fast it had taken every ounce of my executive self-control not to tear him away from her right then and there. When I first caught a glimpse of him, I couldn't deny it—the man was undeniably handsome.
Elena’s POVOnce we were seated at our quiet corner table with glass flutes in front of us, the formal atmosphere of the office completely evaporated.Oliver leaned back in his chair, resting his forearms on the white tablecloth. He looked across at me, his dark eyes warm, steady, and entirely focused on me."Alright," Oliver said softly, a gentle glint in his eyes. "Now that we are strictly out of work business... do you want to tell me what that was really about back in your office?"I took a slow breath, looking down at my glass before meeting his gaze directly. I wasn't going to hide anything from him."His name is Liam," I began, my voice clear and steady. "We were in a relationship for two months before everything happened. And I'm not going to lie to you, Oliver... back then, he was actually very nice and considerate."Oliver listened intently, his expression unreadable, though his jaw tightened just a fraction."He was patient with everything happening with Chloe," I continued
Elena’s POVThe silence in the executive suite was heavy enough to suffocate a person.Liam stood frozen under Oliver’s dark, commanding gaze, his face draining of all color. His hand was hovering in mid-air where he had just been grabbing my wrist moments ago."I—I was just..." Liam stuttered, swallowing hard as he tried to pull himself together. "We're old friends, Mr. Wyatt. We were just catching up, that's all."Oliver’s expression didn't soften by even a fraction. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me, his presence towering and absolute."I was under the impression that catching up didn't involve grabbing someone's wrist," Oliver said, his voice terrifyingly calm, smooth, and razor-sharp. "It was quite obvious she didn't want you touching her."Liam winced, taking a hasty step back and holding his hands up defensively. "Right. Of course. My apologies, sir. I didn't mean any disrespect. I'm... I'm merely here to deliver the integration portfolio files for the merger."Liam quickly
Elena’s POV The world seemed to stop the moment my eyes met his. Standing in the doorway of my office, dressed in a sharp suit that looked far more expensive than anything he had worn three months ago, was Liam. My heart did a violent, sickening drop. All the air was sucked straight out of my lungs. My relationship with Liam had only lasted two short months. But during those two short months, I had fallen deeply in love with him. The way he had supported me through the harrowing trials of Chloe’s medicals and everything else... I had trusted him completely. I was ready to confess my love to him, to go all the way with him and give him everything. And he had turned around and betrayed me in the most humiliating way possible. For the last two months, my life had been a whirlwind of meetings with Oliver's partners, dealing with his family, navigating contract clauses, and Oliver Wyatt. I had mourned the bitter end of my relationship with Liam for maybe two whole days before the
Elena’s POVWhen my alarm went off at six o’clock that morning, I didn’t wake up with that familiar, heavy knot of dread in my chest.For months, every morning started the same way: a mental checklist of boundaries, a reminder of the contract's expiration date, and a quiet panic about protecting my heart. But today, when I opened my eyes, the penthouse felt different. The air was lighter. The sunlight streaming through my bedroom window was warm and inviting.Last night in Oliver’s office wasn’t a fever dream. It was real. The walls were down, the contract was effectively tossed out the window, and for the first time in my life, I had allowed myself to simply surrender to what I felt.I sat up, stretched, and smiled—a genuine, wide smile that caught me completely off guard.After showering and getting dressed in a sharp emerald-green midi dress that made my eyes pop, I stepped out into the hallway and headed down toward the kitchen. Halfway across the landing, the rich, aromatic scent
Oliver’s POVI watched the exact second the light went out in Elena’s eyes.When Camilla leaned over our table, chattering about Paris and old times, I felt the shift in the booth beside me. Elena didn't snap or glare the way she had at Ms. Harrison that morning. Instead, she retreated. She pulled inward, her shoulders tensing, her fingers tightening around her water glass, building an invisible fortress of ice around her heart.I cut Camilla and Alistair off as quickly and politely as humanly possible, sending them packing back toward the bar. But the damage to Elena’s mood was already done.For the rest of dinner, even as Chloe chattered happily about her first day of seventh grade, Elena was miles away. She smiled when she was supposed to, nodded at the right moments, and kept her voice soft, but her eyes remained guarded and distant. She had looked at Camilla's designer dress, her effortless high-society grace, and her shared history with me, and she had drawn a hard, painful conc







