AUSTIN’S POV “This isn’t over Austin!” Chloe yelled at the top of her lungs as the officers pulled her to the car.I didn’t blink.I stood smiling, hands in pockets. Let her yell. Let her curse. This scene was exactly what I had hoped for. And hearing those last desperate words only made her fall from grace all the more delicious.She had no idea how easily she would walk into the trap.The burner phone was my trump card. I never planned to use it for anything other than keeping it out of Zoe’s reach, just to control the narrative and to keep her from hearing more of Chloe’s poisonous lies. But as I watched Zoe distanced herself from me, I knew hiding the phone wasn't enough. I needed to be sure.So when the idea struck to use the phone to lure Chloe into a trap—I didn’t hesitate. I sent a short message asking to meet. Chloe, hungry for control, took the bait. The rest unfolded beautifully. Police were already tracking her movements thanks to the pending charges. She showed up expe
CHLOE'S POVI had been waiting all day to hear from Zoe after planting the question in her mind “Ask Austin about Owen and watch what happens.” I thought she would call me back within hours. The way she paused when I said Owen’s name... it meant something. She didn’t remember but her instincts were waking up.She didn’t trust me. But I didn't care about that as long as she started questioning him.So I kept the phone close. I kept checking the battery, refreshing the screen like a teenager desperate for a text. No call came.Until nearly midnight.A message came in.Zoe: Can we meet? Let's talk. I want to know everything.My heart skipped a beat. Finally.I sat up and read the text. Simple. Direct. But I could sense her uncertainty. I typed back eagerly. "Of course. There’s a small park near Keston Ridge. Tomorrow at 6 PM. Come alone."I couldn’t sleep that night. Pacing, planning, imagining every version of that meeting. I thought of how I’d look into her eyes and tell her everythi
AUSTIN’S POV “Who is Owen?”I dropped the glass.I looked at her. My blood turned cold.“What… did you just say?” My voice was barely audible.She looked at me curiously. “I just… I keep hearing that name in my head. Owen. It feels… important.”I couldn’t speak. Her words hit hard.I haven't heard that name in a while. But suddenly it was back. It was the way she said it like she had been waiting to.I put the spoon down and forced a laugh. “Where did that come from?.”Zoe stared at me blankly. “I'm not sure. I just can't get that name out of my mind.”I tilted my head, keeping my cool. “Owen’s a common name, babe. Could be anyone.”She didn’t look convinced. “But it felt... familiar. Like I knew him.”I hated the way my heart was racing. I held her hand and smiled softly. “You’re still healing Zoe. Your mind’s probably mixing things up. Maybe he was someone we knew casually before the accident.”I saw a spark in her eyes. Not quite doubt—but not full trust either.“I just want to kn
AUSTIN’S POV The diffuser's scent hit me as I entered the house. Home. My sanctuary. I closed the door and undid my tie, rubbing my neck. Work was all meetings, damage control and phone calls I didn’t want to answer. I was eager to get back to Zoe. To hold her hand and calm her fears. “Jamie?” My voice echoed down the hall. His little footsteps came bounding from the den. “Hi Daddy!” I smiled and gave him a hug. “Hey champ. Where’s Mummy?” He looked up and shrugged. “She is in her room.” I ruffled his hair and stood up. “Alright, thanks bud.” I went up to see how she was doing. Maybe she was sleeping. Maybe she was reading again. She'd been so quiet. I saw it as part of healing. Confusion, tiredness, emotional exhaustion. But sometimes when I looked at her, I saw something else that I couldn’t name. I knocked softly. No response. “Zoe?” I pushed it open. Empty. I frowned. The curtains were open. Her bed was made. No sign of her. Strange. I looked in the bathroom. Nothin
ZOE'S POV “What’s that?” Austin asked, voice low but pointed.I froze.He saw. Or he suspects.I forced another smile. “Just… the pillow was lumpy. I was adjusting it.”He paused and looked at me intensely.Then he gently moved hair from my face. “I want you to feel safe Zoe. I'm here. Jamie’s here. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”I nodded.But as his hand stayed longer, his touch was more than just comforting—it was also possessive.“I brought you some tea. It will help you sleep.” He said softly. “Thank you” I whispered. My heart was still racing but I forced a calm breath. He was kind. Reassuring. His voice was so warm. I wanted to believe him. Maybe I should.But I kept thinking about that night at the hospital.The way Chloe stood at the door, the look in her eyes. And the way she had said Austin is lying to you.“Try and get some rest,” Austin continued, “Drink the tea, it’ll help you relax. I’ll be back later.”I nodded, watching him walk out.When I was sure he was go
ZOE'S POV "Welcome back Zoe." Austin said as he opened the front door. His voice was calm. “It's great to have you home.”I walked in quietly, looking around like a stranger. Technically, I was. The air was fresh. The lights were warm and inviting. A vase of fresh lilies sat by the door and two staff members came forward.“Welcome home ma’am” they said together, smiling.I smiled and nodded. Home. It felt strange inside. The floor was made of marble. The space was beautiful. Everything was nicely arranged and I still didn't feel like I fit.Then I heard him.“Mommy!”Little feet came running down the stairs. A little boy—Jamie ran straight into my arms. Austin’s voice followed immediately behind, worried. “Jamie! Slow down. Mommy is not fully recovered.”I knelt down and hugged him tightly. I wasn’t concerned about being careful. Holding him felt like finding a missing part of myself.He held on tight, his breath on my cheek. He didn’t say a word,he just held on.I felt tears fallin