The moment Justin leaves, the room feels suffocating. My fists clench at my sides as his words replay in my head over and over again.Emily and Alexander.I can practically see it. The two of them sitting at some fancy restaurant, laughing, sharing secret smiles. The way she used to look at me—that same soft gaze, the sparkle in her eyes when she was truly happy—is she giving it to him now? Does she tilt her head slightly when she laughs, the way she always did with me? Is she letting him pull out her chair, touch her lower back, brush her hair from her face?The image makes my chest feel like it’s burning.I grit my teeth, pacing around the hospital room. My stomach turns in protest, reminding me that I’m still recovering, but the jealousy burns hotter. I imagine Alexander leaning in, his lips brushing against hers, and suddenly, I want to throw something. My hand hovers over the tray table beside my bed.Does she let him kiss her?The thought is like gasoline on a fire. Frustration
CARLOS’ POVThe hospital room is suffocating. White walls. The beeping of machines. The stale scent of antiseptic. I’ve been stuck here for almost a day and no matter how much I try to block it out, one thought refuses to leave me alone. Emily.It’s pathetic how much space she takes up in my head. I tell myself I shouldn’t care. That she’s moving on. That we were never supposed to be anything more than a contract. But every time I close my eyes, she’s there. Her smile. Her laugh. The way she used to look at me like I was her entire world.And now? She looks at me like I’m a stranger. Like I don’t matter anymore.I rake a hand through my hair. I can feel the frustration burning through me. Why did I ever ask for that damn divorce? It made sense at the time. I was in love with Lina. I still am, right? Right?Oh Emily. Our marriage was never supposed to be real. But somewhere along the way, she became real to me.And now I’m losing her.I laugh bitterly, I never even realized I cared abo
LINA’S POVI hum as I drive down to the hospital, my fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. My mind is restless. Carlos called me last night. He had been drinking again. Typical. I need to see him. I need to make sure he’s okay.And Emily...Just the thought of her makes my blood boil. She’s still his wife, but not for long. Soon, she’ll be out of the picture, and I won’t have to see her smug little face again.Half a billion dollars.That’s what she’s getting in the divorce settlement.My knuckles turn white against the steering wheel. That money should be mine. I’ve been by Carlos’s side through every moment he needed someone to lean on. I was his first love. And yet, that worthless woman, Emily, is walking away with a fortune she doesn’t deserve.I bite my lip, deep in thought, when my phone buzzes. The screen lights up with an unknown number. My heart skips a beat. I know exactly who it is.Pressing the answer button, I bring the phone to my ear."What?" I ask
I can’t help but feel awkward as I sit stiffly at the card table with my grandmother and her three best friends. The women are deep in conversation as they play their card games.I don’t belong here.Not that I don’t love my grandmother—I adore her—but I’m not exactly in my element surrounded by women in their seventies discussing bridge strategies and the latest gossip about people I’ve never met. I sip my tea, nodding politely whenever one of them glances at me, but I’m mostly zoning out, counting the minutes until I can make my escape.My phone buzzes against my lap. I glance down at the screen, and my heart does a small flip when I see the name flashing across it.Alexander.Excusing myself as politely as possible, I slip into the hallway and answer the call.“Hello?”“Hey, Emily,” he says in that deep tone of his. “How are you?”I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I’m fine.”A pause. “You don’t sound fine.”I chuckle. “I’ll get over it.”Alexander hesitates for a moment, the
I stand before my mirror, holding up a sleek, elegant black dress against myself. I tilt my head slightly. It’s nice, but is it… special enough?“Alright, what do you think?” I ask, shifting my phone slightly so Bridget can see me properly through the video call.Bridget, lying on her bed with a glass of wine in hand, squints at the screen before scrunching her nose. “Mmm, it’s alright, I guess. But babe, it’s the gala! You need something flashy. Something that makes Alexander’s jaw drop the second he sees you.”I sigh, tossing the dress onto my bed. “Ugh, I don’t know what to wear. I thought this was supposed to be elegant.”“Elegant, yes. But boring? No,” she teases. “C’mon, Emily. You’re going to be on his arm. You need to make a statement.”I bite my lip, glancing at my open wardrobe. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one scrambling last minute.”Bridget only grins. “That’s why you should always plan these things days in advance. But nooo, you wanted to ‘see how you felt’ the d
I follow Alexander as he walks toward the red carpet. His presence commands attention before we even reach the flashing lights and shouting photographers. The moment we step into view, the cameras go wild. Their bulbs flash too quickly for me to keep up."Alexander! Over here!" "Mr. Kingston! Who are you wearing tonight?" "Alexander! Is that your date? Who is she?"I blink, startled by the frenzy of voices calling his name. I know he is someone important, but I do not expect this. The way the crowd moves forward, the way the reporters vie for his attention—it is as if he is royalty.I lean toward him, whispering, "Who exactly are you?"He turns to me with a smirk. "Darling, if you don’t know by now, I must not be doing my job well enough."I roll my eyes. "That doesn’t answer my question."His smirk deepens. "Let’s just say I’m very... influential."His bodyguards move in close behind us. I want to know more, but before I can press him further, we reach the carpet. I stop at the edge,
The reflection in the mirror stares back at me. The knot of my tie is perfectly straight. I adjust the cuff of my suit jacket, exhaling slowly as I mentally prepare for the night ahead. The charity gala. Another evening of polite smiles, handshakes, and empty conversations I have no interest in having.The bedroom door bursts open, slamming against the wall."Carlos!" Lina raises her voice.I don’t even flinch. Sadly, I’m already used to her outbursts.I meet her furious gaze in the mirror, watching as she storms in."Have you seen my lip gloss? The one in the gold tube?"I sigh, turning back to my reflection. "No."Lina huffs, yanking open drawers, tossing things aside. "I swear, I left it right here! And now it’s gone. Just perfect."She continues looking. I can feel her frustration growing with every passing second. "I don’t understand why things keep disappearing in this house!"I pinch the bridge of my nose. At this point, my patience is thinning. "Lina, you have a whole damn dra
CARLOS’ POVI see her before she sees me.For a moment, I think I’m hallucinating. I blink, once, twice, trying to convince myself that it isn’t real—that she isn’t real. But she is. Standing across the ballroom, dressed in shimmering gold, looking every bit like the goddess she was always meant to be.Emily.My chest tightens as I drink her in, the way the dress clings to her curves, the way the soft lights of the chandelier dance against her skin, giving her an ethereal glow. Her dark hair is falls to her shoulders in flawless waves. Her hair highlights the curve of her shoulders in the most beautiful way. She looks breathtaking, more than I remember, more than I deserve to see.I feel a sharp pull in my chest. I try to ignore it, but my feet move before I can stop them.“Carlos?” I hear Lina call from behind but I pay her no mind. How can I? all I can focus on is Emily.What’s she doing here? I never expected to see her here.Lina says something again but it feels like background
Lina’s POVThe TV is on in the background, casting a soft glow over the living room. I’m not even really listening to the news report anymore—I’ve seen it so many times by now, I know it by heart.“—no suspects have been confirmed, but authorities believe the fire at the boutique was intentional…”I take another slow sip of wine, smiling a little as I watch the screen. The anchor’s serious voice tries to make sense of something they’ll never fully understand.“You should’ve stayed away, Emily,” I say to myself. I swirl the glass in my hand. “Now you’ll see what happens when you take what’s mine.”Then, my phone buzzes on the counter. The sound cuts through the silence.I pick it up.Unknown Number: Emily survived. My heart stops.I stare at the words for a second before they really hit me. Then the glass slips out of my hand.I throw it and it smashes against the wall. I barely notice the shards on the floor. All I can think about is that one line.She survived.I feel heat rise thro
DANIEL'S POV The minutes tick by slowly I stand near the corkboard, looking at every photo of Lina that I've managed to get. I tap my fingers on the table nearby, waiting impatiently for Carlos to get here. Just when I'm about to call him to ask where he is, I hear the slam of a car door outside. That has to be him. Finally.Carlos walks in nearly an hour late, and the second I see him, my chest tightens. Not from anger. From worry. My little brother looks like hell. Dark circles bruise the skin under his eyes, there's something that looks like soot on his jacket, and his eyes are red—bloodshot from exhaustion, worry, or maybe crying. He looks stiff, like every muscle in his body has forgotten how to relax.He doesn’t say hello. Doesn’t ask what’s going on. His voice is low as he walks forward. "Talk.” he says. I nod once and step away from the corkboard. “I’ve been doing some research on Lina.”Carlos frowns, confused. “Why?”“Because,” I say, “you’re too naïve to see that Lina
DANIEL’S POVThe room is dark. Papers are spread across the table like a crime scene—photos, documents, notes scribbled in red ink, and right in the center… her face.Lina.The corkboard is above my desk. Red string crisscrosses the board, pinning together events that, at first glance, seem unrelated. But I see it now. A pattern. Her name, her face, connected to outbursts, fights, assaults and now…I stare down at the folder in my hand—its edge creased from how tightly I’m gripping it. My thumb brushes over the bold red stamp on the front: Sealed Record. It took an old favor and an uncomfortable call to a cop I hadn’t spoken to in five years to get this. But it was worth it.I open the folder slowly and my eyes scan the page.Name: Lina Veronica HaleDOB: 09/14/1996Juvenile Record: SealedCharges: Arson, Harassment, Assault, StalkingI whisper to myself, breath catching in my throat. "Arson. Harassment. Assault. Stalking..."I drag a hand down my face "This girl’s been unhinged sinc
CARLOS’ POVThe sirens keep on blaring. Red lights reflect across the pavement as the ambulance doors fling open. I’m already running. My lungs are burning and my chest is heaving harder than it ever has before.“Emily!” I choke out her name, over and over. My throat is raw from smoke and yelling. My legs burn as I chase after the paramedics pushing her through the automatic doors of the ER.She looks lifeless. Her face is pale. Her lips are slightly parted and her hair clings to her face in sweaty knots. I can’t even tell where she’s burned, or if she’s burned, because everything just looks wrong. Like the life has been sucked out of her body and she’s just barely holding on.My heart crashes against my ribs like it wants to break free.“Please—Emily, baby, stay with me,” I beg, my voice cracking. The paramedics say something into their radios. The doors fling open for them, but a nurse blocks me from going in.I barely notice Bridget until she grabs my arm. She’s crying. Her fingers
CARLOS’ POVThe boardroom is almost silent except for the voices echoing off the table.The long table in front of me is filled with laptops, folders, and untouched glasses of mineral water. One by one, the board members present their reports—logistics, international expansion strategies, profit margins. I nod, make notes, ask questions. I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do.But I’m not here.My mind keeps drifting. Sliding back to her.To Emily.Her soft laugh, the smell of her hair when she curls into me, the way her fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest when she thinks I’m asleep. The way she smiles when she talks about her designs. The baby.Our baby.Last night keeps replaying in my mind. The way her lips trembled right before I kissed them. How she held onto me like she needed me to breathe. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since I left her this morning with a kiss on her forehead, promising I’d be done early today. A promise I’m already breaking.“Mr. Carter?” someone
EMILY'S POVI stand in the center of the empty boutique with my arms folded and my heart pounding—not with anxiety this time, but hope. Real hope. The kind that sits warm in your chest and whispers this could actually happen.The space is enormous—bare concrete floors, brick walls, and wide glass windows that let in the golden morning light.This is mine. All mine.After the whole disaster with Maison de Lune, after watching everything I’ve worked so hard for crumble thanks to Lina’s venomous touch, I think I’m done. But something inside me refuses to stay down. Maybe it’s the baby, maybe it’s me finally choosing myself, but I know—I have to try again. So, I decide to open my own boutique and start my own fashion line. All by myself.I step forward and close my eyes.In my mind, I see the runway. I see models gliding down in pieces I haven’t even fully designed yet. The flashes of cameras. The gasps from the front row. My name echoing off the walls.Emily.It gives me chills.The glas
EMILY’S POVI look at Carlos in disbelief as he says those words.I freeze.Every part of me freezes.It is as if the world has stopped spinning for a heartbeat—just long enough for those three words to sink into my skin and pierce through my soul.“You… what?” My voice comes out a whisper.He steps even closer.“I love you, Emily,” he repeats, firmer this time. “I’ve always loved you. Even when I was too proud, too stubborn, or too damn broken to admit it.”Tears burn my eyes. I stare at him, trying to blink back the tears. I have waited years to hear him say those words.“Why now?” I whisper.“Because I can’t keep living like this. I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay without you—without us.” His voice cracks, and I watch his jaw tighten. “I know I hurt you. I know I let you down in every way that mattered. But if there’s even a tiny part of you that still wants this—still wants me—I swear I’ll do whatever it takes.”My heart pounds. I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff,
EMILY'S POV.Carlos stands in front of me. His blue eyes burn into mine. I look at him. His devastatingly handsome face makes it so hard to stay angry—hard, but not impossible. His chest rises and falls like he’s just run a marathon to get here, to me. The moment he asks the question, my heart feels like it slams against my ribcage."Are you pregnant?" His voice is low, rough, filled with something I can’t quite name. Hope? Fear?I blink at him, stunned. My hand tightens around the zipper of the suitcase I’ve been half-heartedly packing."I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," I stammer, praying he’ll believe the lie, the pathetic defense I throw up in pure panic.But Carlos just takes a step closer, shaking his head like he isn’t buying a word of it."Don’t give me that crap, Emily," he growls. "If Bridget was pregnant, she’d have announced it to the entire world by now. You think I don’t know her?"He moves even closer, forcing me to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. His scent w
CARLOS' POVThe night air cools against my skin as I walk toward the car. Right now, my head is spinning with thoughts I don’t even know how to organize. I feel sick. Like something heavy sits in my chest, refusing to let me breathe properly.I open the car door and slide into the passenger seat. The scent of Daniel's cigar smoke fills the air. He sits behind the wheel, one hand lazily resting on it, the other holding a half-smoked cigar between his fingers. He looks at me briefly, eyebrows raised."How’d it go with Lina?" he asks. I lean back against the seat, closing my eyes for a moment. "Not good," I mutter.Daniel scoffs, taking a slow drag from his cigar. "Didn't think it would. You have... interesting taste in women, my brother." He exhales a cloud of smoke toward the open window. "You must be a goddamn fool to leave Emily for Lina."My jaw tenses, and I look away, staring blankly at the dark road ahead. "Yeah," I say quietly. "I see that now."There is a pause. Daniel turns