MasukSerena’s POV
Rain poured heavily outside the hotel as I drove through the empty road with trembling hands wrapped around the steering wheel.
I could barely see properly through the windshield.
But honestly, the storm outside felt nothing compared to the one inside me.
My chest hurt so badly it was becoming difficult to breathe.
Adrian cheated on me.
Not only that, he planned to divorce me the moment his partnership deal became successful.
A broken laugh escaped my lips before tears blurred my vision again.
Seven years of loving him like my entire world revolved around him. And somehow, I still wasn’t enough.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as another wave of pain hit me.
I suddenly remembered all the times I defended Adrian whenever Ava warned me about how distant he had become lately. Maybe she saw everything long before I did.
My phone started ringing inside my purse.
Adrian.
I stared at the screen for a few seconds before rejecting the call immediately.
“Why is he calling me.” I’m sure he never knew I was at the hotel tonight.
A second later, it rang again.
I rejected the call again and switched the phone off.
I couldn’t hear his voice right now.
Not after hearing him stay silent while another woman discuss the fate of our marriage like I was some inconvenience standing in the way of their future.
I need to confront him directly. I need answers to a lot of questions.
Fresh tears slid down my cheeks. I wiped them off angrily. I hated crying over people who didn’t deserve it.
A few minutes later, I pulled over outside Ava’s apartment building. The warm light from her balcony glowed faintly through the heavy rain.
Ethan had been staying with her since afternoon because he loved being around Ava more than anyone else. Sometimes I joked that my son would gladly move into her apartment permanently if she allowed it.
I grabbed my bag and rushed toward the entrance through the rain. The moment Ava opened the door and saw my face, her expression changed immediately.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “What happened?”
I tried speaking, but my throat stiffened painfully instead.
Ava instantly pulled me inside the apartment before shutting the door behind us.
Ethan sat on the living room carpet surrounded by toys. The second he saw me, his face brightened.
“Mommy!”
He ran straight toward me, wrapping his little arms around my legs. That nearly broke me completely.
I carried him immediately and buried my face against his hair while fighting back tears.
Ava stared at me carefully from across the room. “Did something happen with Adrian?”
I nodded slowly.
Her face darkened instantly. “What did he do?”
I swallowed hard before answering quietly.
“I found him with another woman.”
I fell silent for a second. “Discussing our divorce.”
Silence filled the apartment again.
Ava closed her eyes briefly like she was trying hard not to explode.
“I swear, one day I’m going to poison that man.”
Despite everything, a weak laugh escaped me.
That was Ava. Aggressive loyalty in human form.
She walked toward me carefully afterward. “Stay here tonight.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because if I stay here, then it becomes real.”
Ava’s expression softened immediately. “It is real already, Serena.”
That hurt because she was right.
I looked down at Ethan sleeping quietly against my shoulder and forced myself to breathe properly again.
“I just want to go home.”
I wondered how I could still call living with Adrian home.
Ava didn’t argue further. Thirty minutes later, Ethan was already asleep in the backseat while I drove through the storm-filled road.
The rain had become worse, thunder echoed loudly across the dark sky while water splashed violently against the windshield.
I should’ve stayed at Ava’s place tonight. But my mind felt too restless to stay still anywhere. Everything inside me felt shattered.
Adrian wasn’t just cheating on me, he was replacing me. That realization hurt more than anything else.
I glanced briefly at Ethan through the mirror before looking back at the road.
At least I still had him. At least someone still needed me.
Bright headlights suddenly appeared behind my car closely.
My brows pulled together immediately.
The black SUV behind me accelerated aggressively.
Fear crept slowly into my chest.
Why was the car so close? I pressed harder on the accelerator instinctively.
The SUV followed.
My heartbeat quickened. I switched lanes quickly.
The SUV switched lanes too.
Panic rushed through me immediately. “What the heck…?”
Ethan shifted slightly in his sleep behind me.
I looked into the mirror again. The SUV accelerated harder. Then it slammed violently into the back of my car.
I screamed as the steering wheel jerked sharply from my grip. The car swerved dangerously across the wet road.
“Oh my God!”
Another hit came immediately after, harder this time. The side of my car crashed against the railing near the bridge. Everything happened too fast afterward.
The tires lost control completely.
Ethan woke up crying loudly in the backseat.
“Mommy!”
My heart shattered instantly.
“Ethan!”
The car spun violently before smashing through the barrier.
Then everything disappeared.
The freezing water swallowed us whole, pain exploded through my head as darkness rushed toward me.
The last thing I heard was Ethan crying for me.
AVA'S POVI found the address three days ago, more by luck.It was through a mere conversation in a coffee shop I had stopped at to get a cup of latte. A woman whom I later knew as Petra, who had worked as a filing clerk for the city's regulatory office for twenty-two years had mentioned it in passing to a man she was talking to over coffee, that she remembered a property transfer connected to Redwater Holdings, she said it happened twice."Twice?" I asked before I could control myself.Petra looked at me in amazement, at the stranger suddenly meddling in her talk. Then, she nodded in affirmation."First time was standard. It was registered and filed correctly." Petra said. "Second time was three weeks later. Someone wanted the original registration amended. The address was changed on the principal correspondence record." She frowned slightly at the memory. "Which was unusual because you don’t amend correspondence addresses on a company registration without a reason. The company was
SELENE’S POV"His name is Gerald Fitch," Adrian said. "He was the lead investigator on the Westbridge accident four years ago. The investigation that went cold."I kept my expression neutral.Gerald Fitch. The name existed in the files I had assembled over the past four years. The man who had closed the investigation before it reached anything significant. "Where was this taken?" I asked."The building is a private storage facility in the east dock district," Adrian said. "Fitch visited it at three forty-one in the morning six days ago and stayed for approximately twenty-two minutes." He paused. "The facility has a registered tenant in the unit he accessed. The tenant name is a shell registration." Another pause. "The shell traces back to Redwater Holdings."The room felt very still suddenly. I stared at the photograph in front of me."Damien is moving his evidence," I said quietly."Or destroying it," Adrian said. "Fitch wouldn't be making a visit at such early hours of the morning,
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ADRIAN'S POVThe Laurent residence on Marchfield Avenue had not changed in thirty-five years.That was the thing about houses maintained by women like Victoria Laurent, they didn't change because change implied that the original arrangement had been insufficient, and insufficiency was not a condition Victoria acknowledged in anything she controlled. The same pale wallpaper in the entrance hall. The same arrangement of white flowers on the console table replaced weekly by the same florist for two decades. The same smell of the house, something between cedar and expensive candles, that had lived in my memory since childhood as the smell of a place where performance was the primary language.I arrived at few minutes past seven in the morning. Damien was already there, standing near the fireplace in the main sitting room with a drink in his hand, his posture carrying its usual ease. He looked at me when I entered and raised the glass slightly as a greeting that was also a confirmation. *
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