LOGINSabrina’s POV.The next morning, the house felt heavy.Cole left for the office early. He kissed me goodbye with a lingering, pleading look, a silent reminder of his request the night before: Trust me.I smiled and fixed his collar, but as soon as his car disappeared through the gates, the smile dropped. I couldn't trust him on this. He was blinded by nostalgia. If he wasn't going to protect our family from the intruder, I had to.I turned around to find Elise standing at the top of the stairs.She wasn't slouching. She wasn't clutching her chest. She was standing perfectly straight, looking down at me with an expression of pure, unadulterated boredom."Is he gone?" she called down. Her voice wasn't the breathy, weak whisper she used with Cole. It was clear and sharp."Yes," I said, my guard instantly going up."Good," she said, descending the stairs without holding the banister. She moved with a fluid, arrogant grace. "I hate having to hold my breath around him. It’s exhausting."She
Cole’s POV.The mattress dipped under my weight as I sat on the edge of the bed.I didn't lie down immediately. I just sat there in the dark, my elbows resting on my knees, my head hanging heavy between my shoulders. The silence of the bedroom was a stark contrast to the chaos inside my head.Behind me, Sabrina lay still under the duvet. To a stranger, she would have looked like she was in a deep, peaceful sleep. Her breathing was rhythmic, her body motionless.But I wasn't a stranger. I knew the cadence of my wife’s sleep—the soft, almost imperceptible sighs she made, the way her hand usually sought mine even in her dreams.Tonight, there was none of that. Her breathing was too controlled. Too shallow. And even without touching her, I could feel the tension radiating off her body like heat. She was awake. She was lying there in the dark, probably terrified, probably hating me for being downstairs for so long.I rubbed my face with my hands, smelling the faint, lingering scent of cham
Sabrina’s POV.The digital clock on the nightstand blinked: 1:12 AM.Beside me, the bed was empty. The sheets on Cole’s side were cool to the touch, undisturbed.I had been staring at the ceiling for an hour, listening to the silence of the house. It was a heavy, suffocating silence—the kind that press down on your chest and makes it hard to breathe. Usually, this villa felt like a sanctuary. It was the home Cole built for us, a fortress against the world. But lately, with Elise sleeping down the hall, it felt less like a fortress and more like a stage where a tragedy was slowly unfolding.My throat felt dry, scratched raw by the arguments I had swallowed over dinner. I needed water.I slid out of bed, my bare feet making no sound on the plush rug. I grabbed my silk robe and wrapped it tight around me, tying the sash with a knot that was perhaps a little too aggressive. I checked the baby monitor on the dresser one last time. Asher was sleeping soundly, a soft, rhythmic lump under his
Cole’s POV.The clock on the mahogany wall of my study read 1:00 AM.The house was silent, save for the scratching of my pen against the merger contracts. My eyes burned, gritty with exhaustion. The deal with the Japanese consortium was stalling, the Board was breathing down my neck about quarterly projections, and at home... well, home felt like a minefield.I rubbed my temples, exhaling a long, heavy sigh that rattled in my chest. I hated the tension between Sabrina and Elise. It hung over the villa like a toxic fog. I felt like a referee in a game where the rules kept changing. Sabrina was my wife, my heart, the mother of my son. She was the woman who had pulled me out of my lonely fortress. But Elise... Elise was a ghost from a time when life was simpler. She was dying, for God’s sake. Couldn't we just have peace for a few weeks? Was that too much to ask?I looked at the whiskey decanter on the shelf, tempted to pour a glass, but decided against it. I needed a clear head.A soft k
Sabrina’s POV.Dinner was usually my favorite time of day. It was the hour when the phones were put away, the house quieted down, and Cole and I would sit at the mahogany table, debriefing on our lives while Asher slept.Tonight, however, the dining room felt like a courtroom.I sat at my usual spot, stirring my soup without eating it. Across from me, Elise sat next to Cole. She had changed into a soft, grey cardigan that swallowed her small frame, looking for all the world like a bird with a broken wing.Stella, our housekeeper, moved silently around the table, refilling water glasses. Stella was a no-nonsense woman in her fifties who had been with us since the move, and I noticed she kept side-eying Elise with a distinct lack of warmth. Even Stella sensed the shift in the air."This soup is delicious," Elise whispered, lifting a trembling spoon to her lips. She took a tiny sip and then set it down, looking exhausted by the effort. "I wish I had an appetite. The new medication... it
Elise’s POV.The moment I turned the corner and was out of Sabrina’s line of sight, I dropped the scared little girl act. My shoulders straightened, and the tremble in my hands vanished as if a switch had been flipped.I walked down the hallway toward the guest suite, my heels sinking into the plush runner.That was close, I thought, a thrill of adrenaline shooting through me. Too close.Catching me in her bedroom was a point for her. I had gotten greedy. I had wanted to feel the silk against my skin, to smell the expensive jasmine perfume that lingered on her vanity, to pretend—just for a moment—that I was the mistress of this house and not the charity case living in the east wing.But I had recovered beautifully. The fallen heiress speech? Genius. I almost believed it myself. I saw the way Sabrina’s anger faltered, replaced by that pathetic, predictable confusion. She suspected me, yes. I saw it in her eyes. But she didn't know. And as long as she didn't have proof, she was just the







