LOGINSebastian's POV I had been sitting in that car for three hours. And I'm not a man who sits in cars. I'm a man who moves the moment he makes up his mind, who doesn't wait for anything. But I had learned patience the hard way this year, in a study with the door shut, counting dates that didn't add up, and patience was the only thing that had gotten me this far.Elias Renner walked out of the clinic at shift change, tired, unremarkable, a man who had made himself very good at disappearing into ordinary places."Dr. Renner."He stopped mid-step. I saw three things quickly cross his face. Recognition. Fear. And then, badly, an attempt to arrange both into something rehearsed."I don't know you," he said."You know my name. You signed it under yours, on a file two years ago." I kept my voice level. "I have some questions.""I have nothing to say to you."He was nervous in a way that told me everything before he'd said a word. A man with nothing to hide doesn't go still like that.Then h
Ana's POV I didn't shout.I sat down on the hallway floor instead, my back against the wall, my knees pulled up, the envelope still loose in my hand. It was the only thing my body knew how to do at that moment.He saw me fold instead of fight, and something in his face frightened me more than anger would have. He had seen me angry before. But I don't think he had ever seen me fold.Then to my surprise, he sat down across from me. On the floor. In his own hallway, in a suit that cost more than my first month's rent, sitting on cold marble like a man who had run out of other places to stand."He was first at everything," he said. "School. Sports. The things that mattered to her and the things that didn't. And he was never once unkind about it. That was the part I couldn't forgive."He told it flatly. No asking for anything, no softening it for me. The locked room. The timed hours at the desk. His mother standing over him with a lamp that never went off early enough. The year he fina
Caspian's POV "What is this?" Ana asked, holding the envelope up. "And I need you to tell me whether you know a man called Sebastian Strauss."Both questions landed in the same breath, and I could only survive answering one of them.I didn't speak. Not yet. And my face immediately went still. Blank. Unreadable, the way a locked room is unreadable from the outside.She said his name in my house.I have known his name my entire life. I have known it the way you know the shape of a scar you never look at directly.Sebastian. My father's other son. Married, somewhere, to someone, a fact I had filed away years ago in the same locked place I kept everything about him, unexamined on purpose.And now the woman standing in my study doorway, carrying my child, had just said that name like it belonged to her.°°°°°°°°°°Twelve months ago I had her investigated thoroughly.Employment history. References. Credit. The lease on that first apartment. A friend named Emily. The route she walked home f
Ana's POV The courier buzzed up at nine, a plain envelope, no sender, no return address.I signed for it without thinking twice. We got packages everyday, and this one felt too light to be anything.Standing in the hallway, I opened it.A photograph slipped into my hand. Me, walking out of the obstetrics clinic with one hand resting on my stomach, my face caught mid-thought. Eight days ago. I remembered the coat. I remembered thinking, walking out of that building, that no one in the world knew where I'd just been.But someone had known. Someone had been close enough to frame the shot.I turned it over and immediately recognized the handwriting. The same neat slant from the rose note, from a desk I'd once thought was the safest in the building.‘Does he know it's his?’Without thinking, I checked the locks. All of them, twice.I checked the windows from thirty floors up, which made no sense, but I did it anyway because fear doesn't care about logic. I ended up sitting on the hallwa
Sebastian's POV "Mr. Strauss, my name is Diane Whitlock. I represent Anastasia Voss."I immediately sat up straight in my chair because it had been months since anyone said her name to me like she was a real person, somewhere, alive."I'm listening.""You have sixty days to sign the divorce papers.""Sixty days." I turned it over. "Why sixty?""I'm not at liberty to explain."The line went dead while I was still thinking about the next question.I sat there with the phone in my hand for a long time.Sixty days. Not thirty. Not ninety. A specific number, chosen for a reason a lawyer was being extremely careful not to give me. Lawyers don't manufacture deadlines out of nothing. Something on her end was moving, on a clock, and whatever it was mattered enough that she needed my signature before it ran out.I turned it over all afternoon.Money. Maybe she needed the divorce final for some financial reason, a loan, a mortgage, something that required a clean legal slate.A new job. Compan
Caspian's POV I told her I had an early flight.It was the first lie I had told her since the night at Emily's door.I felt bad about it, but I somehow managed to convince myself that it wasn't the same thing.By six I was at a clinic I had chosen because no one there knew my name."Any previous assessments?" the intake nurse asked, pen ready."One. Six years ago.""And what did that show?"I looked at the form for a moment before I answered."Nothing," I said.She wrote it down without saying a word, the way people who are paid enough always do, and I sat in a small white room and waited to find out whether the universe had made an exception for me, or whether someone had lied to me for six years.“This isn't doubt about Ana.”I told myself that twice. Once too many, and I knew it even as I thought it.°°°°°°°°°°Reyes was waiting when I got back to the office, a thin file on the desk instead of words, the way he does it when the news is bad enough that he'd rather I read it than he
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
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
Ana's POV I had been at my desk twenty minutes when HR walked in and shut the door behind her."Settling in?" she asked, but her eyes were doing something her smile wasn't."It's going as planned." I kept my voice light. "The launch timeline holds. I'll have the full rollout deck ready by Friday."







