INICIAR SESIÓNNaomi’s POVI didn’t sleep well that night.Not because I was scared.But because my mind would not rest.The email kept coming back to me again and again.“A private exhibition…”Those words felt too big.Too heavy.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet, but my thoughts were loud.What if I fail?What if they don’t like it?What if… I am not as good as they think?I turned to my side and looked at Leo. He was sleeping peacefully, his small chest rising and falling slowly. One of his hands was outside the blanket.I reached out and held it gently.His hand was warm.Soft.Real.And just like that… my thoughts slowed down.“I can’t be weak,” I whispered to myself.“Not now.”I closed my eyes.Even if I was scared…I would still move forward.—Morning came quietly.The sky was still grey, like always.Martha was already in the kitchen when I walked in. The smell of tea and bread filled the room.“You didn’t sleep well,” she said without turning.I smiled a little
Naomi’s POVLondon was always loud.Not the kind of loud that hurts your ears… but the kind that never lets your mind rest.Cars moving.People talking.Footsteps everywhere.Even the air felt busy.I stood by the window, holding a cup of tea in my hand. The glass was cold, but the drink was warm. The sky was grey again, like it had forgotten how to be bright.“Another cold day,” Martha said from behind me.I turned a little and smiled. “I think this city doesn’t like the sun.”Martha laughed softly. “Or maybe the sun is just shy here.”I didn’t answer. I looked outside again.People were already rushing to work. No one looked at anyone. No one cared who you were or where you came from.And somehow… I liked that.Here, I was not “that girl from the Ashford house.”Here, I was just… Naomi.Just me.“Are you thinking again?” Martha asked.I nodded slowly. “Yes… but not like before.”She walked closer and placed her hand on my shoulder. “That is good.”It was.Before, my thoughts used to
Lucas’s POVThe dining table was still full of food.No one touched it again after Valentina stormed out.The sound of her heels hitting the floor was still ringing in my head even after she left. My mother sat quietly, but I could see it in her eyes… she was not sorry for what she said. Charlotte was pretending to scroll through her phone, but she kept looking at me from time to time.And me?I just sat there.I didn’t move.I didn’t speak.I felt… empty.Not angry.Not sad.Just empty.Like something inside me had already died a long time ago.“Lucas…” my mother finally said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft, but it carried weight. “You should go and talk to your wife.”I slowly lifted my eyes and looked at her.Wife.That word felt strange in my chest.Heavy.Cold.I didn’t answer her. I just stood up quietly.The chair made a low sound as it dragged on the floor. I turned and walked away from the table without saying a word.No one stopped me.No one called my name.And ho
Evelyn’s POVDinner that night did not feel like dinner.It felt like a meeting.A cold one.The table was long, polished, perfect like always. The food was expensive, well prepared, arranged beautifully. Anyone looking from outside would think this family had everything.But sitting there… I could feel it.Something was wrong.The air itself felt tight.Lucas was already seated, his expression calm as usual, but I have lived long enough to know when calm is not peace. His silence these days was not normal. It was heavy, like a man carrying something he refuses to drop.Valentina walked in a few minutes later. She looked beautiful, as always, dressed in a fitted gown, her hair perfectly done. But her face… her face was different.There was tension in it.She sat beside Lucas without looking at him.That alone said a lot.“Let’s eat,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.The maids began to serve the food.For a few minutes, there was nothing but the sound of cutlery touching plates.
Evelyn’s POVThe morning felt too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet. No. This one felt heavy… like something was coming.I sat in the living room with a cup of tea in my hand, but I wasn’t drinking it. The tea had gone cold a long time ago.My eyes were on the television.The news was playing.At first, it was just business talk. Stocks. Companies. Numbers.Then suddenly… I saw it.A picture of my son.Lucas Ashford.And beside him… Valentina.My fingers tightened around the cup.“Turn up the volume,” I said sharply.The maid quickly picked up the remote.“Yes, madam.”The sound filled the room.“…the Ashford family continues to dominate the business world,” the reporter said with a smile. “However, many are beginning to ask questions about the future of the family—especially the issue of an heir.”My heart skipped.I leaned forward slowly.The reporter continued.“It has been quite some time since the marriage of Lucas Ashford and his wife, Valentina Rossi. Yet, there has been no
Naomi’s POVThe second day felt harder than the first.I don’t know why.Maybe because the excitement from yesterday was gone.Yesterday, everything felt new and bright. I didn’t have time to think too much. I was just moving… just trying to keep up.But today…My mind was full.Full of thoughts.Full of memories.Full of quiet fear.I woke up early before Martha and Leo. The room was still dark, but I couldn’t sleep anymore.I sat up slowly and looked at Leo.He was sleeping on his back this time, one hand above his head. His small fingers moved a little, like he was dreaming.I smiled.“What are you dreaming about?” I whispered.I leaned closer and kissed his forehead.He didn’t wake up.Good.He needed rest.After everything he had been through… he deserved peace.I stood up quietly and walked to the window.London was already awake.Cars moving.People walking fast.No one waiting.No one slowing down.This city didn’t care about your feelings.It just moved.I wrapped my arms aro
Naomi’s POVThe darkness was not black. It was a strange, heavy gray. I felt like I was underwater, trying to swim to the surface, but the water was made of lead. I could hear voices, but they sounded like they were coming from a long, metal tunnel."She’s waking up! Look, her eyes are moving!"I f
No, I told myself sternly. He won't care. He has Valentina now. He has the money. He has his life back.I thought about Abigail. She was the only person who knew I was here. I had called her from a payphone near the train station. She had cried, promising to bring me some money and food tomorrow."
Naomi’s POVThe smell of the hospital was finally behind me.I sat in the passenger seat of Martha’s old, small car. My body felt like it was made of glass. Every bump in the road made me squeeze my eyes shut and hold my belly. I was still in pain, but the doctor had said my blood pressure was stab
Lucas’s POVThe Ashford mansion had become a place I no longer recognized. It was a factory of luxury. Two days remained until the wedding, and the air was thick with the smell of expensive flowers and the sound of frantic voices. Every room was filled with workers. They were hanging silk drapes, p







