LOGINAna's POV I looked at Nicole, really looked, and just knew that this wasn't the woman from my kitchen two years ago, the one who cooked eggs in my robe and called herself the future. "What do you want?" I finally asked."I wanted to see the woman my husband still can't stop talking about." She said it lightly, a lie, the kind designed to sound like an admission so you would miss the real one hiding underneath it."So you flew three hundred miles for that?""I flew three hundred miles," she smirked, "because you're the only thing he thinks about anymore, and I'd like to know why."There it was. Not curiosity. Fear. She wanted to know what I knew, and she wanted to light something on fire in my life big enough to pull his attention off whatever she was hiding in hers."I remember your anniversary," she went on, quiet now, unhurried. "The lamb you boxed up. The dress. He told me about it once, in bed, laughing. Said you drove across the city in that red thing like it would fix somethi
Ana's POV I got there twenty minutes early.I picked the most public hotel lobby in the city, marble floors and a dozen witnesses and nowhere for anything ugly to happen without an audience. I told Caspian I had a client breakfast. I put on the wrong shoes because I refused to think about what I was wearing, and then thought about nothing else the entire drive.When I got there, I sat where I could see the door.He didn't look well.Thinner than I remembered. Older, somehow, in a way two years shouldn't account for. A man who hadn't slept properly in days, his suit still good, still pressed, but hanging on him like it belonged to someone slightly larger.I waited for fear. I waited for longing. But neither came.What came instead was stranger. I looked at Sebastian Strauss and felt like I was looking at a man I had never actually met, a stranger who happened to share two years of my life with someone who used to be me."Twenty minutes," I said, before he'd even reached the table. "Yo
Caspian's POV "Nine-forty, Thursday," Reyes said. "He booked it himself. Direct flight, one seat, no one else on the itinerary.""And she hasn't told me.""No, sir."Standing at my office window with the phone against my ear, I felt something go very quiet and very cold inside me.My brother was flying to my city to meet the woman sleeping in my bed. And I heard it from the man I pay to spy on her mail, not from her."Pull the Hartwell file," I said. "Sebastian's company. Who holds the paper.""Three lenders, sir. One regional bank, two private funds.""Which one could be bought out by Friday?"There was a small pause. "All three, if the price is right.""Then buy it," I said. "All of it. Before Friday.""Sir, that's not a small position. You'd be exposed to…""I didn't ask what I'd be exposed to." My voice stayed steady, the way it always does when I've already made up my mind. "I asked if it could be done.""It can be done.""Then do it."°°°°°°°°°°I told myself it was simple.A m
Sebastian's POV It was 3:15 in the morning, and I was still awake.Forty-eight hours since my mother's garden. Forty-eight hours since five words had taken the whole shape of my life and turned it inside out. ‘Living with my son.’Not a city. Not an address. A house I could picture without ever having seen it, because I'd grown up hearing about how well Caspian was doing, how far ahead, how first, always first, at everything.My brother's house.That was where my wife had been sleeping for months.Just then my phone buzzed on the desk.An email. No subject line I recognized, just a name. Anastasia Voss.My hands weren't steady when I opened it.It was the most brutal document I have ever read, and there was nothing in it I could argue with, because every word in it was true.The anniversary dinner. The lamb going cold. The text that said something came up at the office, like our marriage was a meeting I'd rescheduled. The office doorway. Nicole's hand flat on her stomach. The word ba
Ana's POV I put the envelope on the kitchen island at eleven at night, squared up like a document at a meeting.I had been carrying it for days. I had watched him be perfect and kind, and I was done letting that be enough.When he walked in, I didn't build up to it."Sit down," I said.He stopped in the doorway, reading my face the way he reads everything. "That sounds like a sentence I don't want to hear.""Sit down anyway."He sat. And I stayed standing, the envelope between us like a third person in the room."Three things," I said. "I've been carrying all three of them for days and I'm done carrying them quietly.""Okay.""One." I tapped the envelope. "Six years old. Your name on it. Fertility assessment. I heard you through a study door months ago saying no miracles, I don't want hope, run the test again. I know what that was now."He didn't move."Two." My voice stayed calm. "The message I read over your shoulder at four in the morning. Your mother would like to meet the girl."
Caspian's POV Her garden still smelled the way it always had. Cut grass and something floral underneath.She had tea waiting on a tray when I arrived. Good china, the kind she only brought out for people she wanted to disarm."You've done so well," she said, pouring without looking up. "I've seen all of it.""I'm sure you have.""Sit down, Caspian. You're standing like you're about to leave, and you only just arrived." She set the pot down and gestured at the chair across from her, kindly, unhurried, as though the twenty years of not talking between us were a missed birthday she was gently reminding me of. "It's been so long."I sat because standing made it worse. And I have learned that about her over a lifetime, that staying rigid only gives her something to push against."I want to talk about the lab," I blurted out."Of course you do." She sipped her tea. "Ask me.""Did you arrange it?""I arranged an executive health assessment for you when you were twenty-one, the same as I did
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."
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







