LOGINAna's POV "Evelyn," Caspian said. "I hope you're not boring her.""Never." Evelyn's smile didn't move, but something behind it went still. "We were just getting acquainted. She's charming, Caspian. You could stand to introduce her around more.""I'll keep that in mind." He turned to me. "There's someone who wants to meet you, but give me a moment with Evelyn first."It wasn't a request. I had learned to hear the difference."Of course," I nodded.He guided Evelyn a few steps away, towards the edge of the room, his hand light on her elbow, and I stared at them go, and I saw the thing that happened when they thought no one was looking.The pleasant faces dropped.I couldn't hear the words. The room was too loud, the music, the hundred careful conversations. But I didn't need the words.I saw the way Caspian's jaw set. I saw Evelyn lift her chin and say something short and sharp back at him, unafraid, one of the only people in that entire gold room who would meet his eyes and not flinch
Ana's POV Three days later, I was standing in the middle of Caspian's bedroom, staring at the dress someone had delivered that morning, wondering when exactly my life had stopped feeling like my own.It was midnight blue, and it cost more than I used to make in a month, and it fit like it had been sewn on me, because of course it had, because a man who taped torn money back together doesn't guess at a size. I put it on. I looked at the stranger in the mirror. And I let him take me to the gala, because I had said yes in the lamplight at three in the morning, and because some tired part of me wanted, just once, to stop hiding.°°°°°°°°°°The room was gold and big and full of the most powerful people I had ever been near.I felt it the moment we walked in. Not the wealth, though the wealth was everywhere, dripping off wrists and hanging from ears. Something else. The way the whole room turned, like flowers to a light, the second Caspian stepped through the door with his hand at the s
Caspian's POV I heard her bare feet in the hallway before I saw her.I didn't turn around. I sat at the desk in my home office with one lamp on, and I waited, because there was nowhere for either of us to go at three in the morning except towards the thing we had been avoiding all night."You weren't in bed," she said from the doorway."No.""It's three in the morning, Caspian.""I'm aware of the time." I set my pen down. "I usually am."She stepped into the room. "What do you mean, you usually are?""I mean I don't sleep much." I leaned back. "Three, maybe four hours. On a good night. There aren't many good nights."She came closer. "Since when?""Since I was a boy." I heard the words leave me and couldn't quite believe I was saying them out loud. "You learn to work while the rest of the world sleeps. It's quiet. No one wants anything from you. It's the only time the noise stops.""That's not normal," she said softly. "Four hours. For years.""Normal was never on the table for me, A
Ana's POV "Are you pulling away from me, Anastasia?""No." The word came quickly, and I heard how it sounded. "I'm setting boundaries. At work. That's all this is.""Boundaries." He said the word like he was tasting something bitter. "That's a clean word for it.""It's the true word for it. There's a difference between work and this, between the office and here, and I'm trying to keep them separate so I can survive the office. That's not the same as pulling away from you.""Isn't it?" He slowly came around the counter, that unhurried way he had that made my heart speed up whether I wanted it to or not. "I have seen people set boundaries my whole life. Do you know what a boundary is, really? It's a fence you build one panel at a time so that when you finally walk away, you can tell yourself the fence was always there. That you never really let them in at all.""That's not what I'm doing.""Then why does it feel exactly like that.""Because you can't tell the difference," I said, sharp
Ana's POV The last thing I saw before the dark took me was Caspian.His chair shoved back so hard it hit the wall. His whole stillness was gone in a second.He crossed that floor towards me faster than I have ever seen him move, his mouth shaping my name, and then the darkness swallowed everything and I was gone.°°°°°°°°°°I woke up to a white ceiling and a soft beeping.The company clinic. I knew it by the smell, clean and cold, and by the pain in my arm where a needle was taped to the back of my hand. I was on a narrow bed with a blanket over me, and for a moment I couldn't remember how I had gotten here, and then it came back, the room tilting, the voice from the bottom of the well, the floor rushing up."You're awake."A doctor stood at the foot of the bed, a woman with kind tired eyes and a chart in her hands. "You gave everyone quite a scare, Miss Voss. How do you feel?""Embarrassed," I said, and my voice came out cracked. "I'm fine. It was nothing. I stood up too fast.""Yo
Ana's POV After that night, I made a decision, and the decision was distance.If the office wanted to believe I had slept my way into my chair, I would give them nothing further to chew on. No shared exits. No rides. No closed-door meetings with the boss. I would be so cold, so correct, so relentlessly professional in public that even Marissa Kane would run out of things to whisper.So that was what I did.I stopped meeting his eye in meetings. I sent my updates through email instead of walking them to his office. When we passed in the hallway I nodded the way I nodded at anyone, polite and blank, and kept walking. I built a wall in daylight, and I told myself it was survival.It worked. A little.The whispers thinned. Not gone, never gone, but starved down to something I could walk through. And for the first time in weeks I got through a whole day without hearing the nickname.But there was a cost, and the cost was him.°°°°°°°°°°"You didn't look at me once today."We were in t
Ana's POV I didn't leave the bedroom for three days.The curtains stayed closed. The phone stayed face down. I laid on top of the covers in the same robe and stared at the light on the ceiling, morning into evening into morning again.Sebastian didn't come home.Why would he? He had somewhere bett
Ana's POV I had three weeks, one red dress, and one last plan to save my marriage. And I used all of it on a man who was already inside another woman.But I didn't know that yet.I checked my reflection one last time and smoothed the dress down over my hips. Deep red. The one Sebastian used to lov
Caspian’s POV I knew her the second I walked through that door.I had told myself I wouldn't. I had told myself a man doesn't remember one face out of a crowded club, one night out of a hundred forgettable nights, one woman he left before the sun came up. I had told myself a lot of things on the f
Ana's POV I looked at the floor he wanted me to kneel on.Then I looked at my husband, sitting there so sure of himself, and I almost laughed."No," I said.His smile slipped. "Ana.""I will never kneel to her." My voice was steady now. The shaking was gone, burned clean out of me. "Keep your sign







