LOGINSam's POV
There I was, inside the hushed room where stillness hung thick - just the faint pulse of an old clock breaking the silence from its high shelf spot. Light spilled across the floor from my tablet, screen bright with one bold red ring circling the current day.
Six months.
Six months left before the deal ends.
That figure hung there, wobbling under my gaze. Half a year stood between now and the day gates opened. Come that time, I’d step out carrying what we
Gwen's 125A sour tang hung in the air, leftover bubbles fading into silence. Empty bottles whispered stories no one wanted to hear.On the big bed I stayed seated, legs folded, computer resting where my knees rose up. Around me sprawled what remained - food boxes tossed aside, glasses left sticky, wine unfinished. Cloth napkins balled into tiny heaps near silk pillowcases gone wrinkled. Neatness had vanished long ago, replaced by something closer to wreckage. A room once spotless now echoed how things fell apart, piece by quiet piece.My battlefield.For the tenth time since the clock ticked past sixty minutes, I tapped refresh - only to find more headlines sprouting up, stubborn as dandelions in cracked pavement. A smirk tugged at my mouth, sharp and sour.“Sterling Marriage on the Rocks? Sources Say Divorce Imminent” “Inside the Crumbling Sterling Union: ‘Ethan Regrets the Merger’” “Sam Sterling Spotted Looking Distant at Charity Event
Ethan's POVBack came the distance.Something shifted slowly once we added the rooftop garden. Quick replies instead of full sentences. Her gaze sliding away whenever I walked in. Nights stretched long, her shut inside the study past midnight. I blamed pressure - the lingering danger, that slash from the blade, the files piling up on Gwen and Victor. Facts she kept sorting through alone.Yet I understood differently.He started putting distance between them once more.That morning, silence sat between us as I looked over. Her fork moved without purpose across the plate. Glued to the screen, she answered me in short phrases - just enough. Reaching for coffee at once, our hands touched. A small jump followed. Sorry slipped out before she turned away again.Something old pulled at my ribs again. It sat heavy, like it belonged there.Patience wasn’t new to me. Held her tight when fear shook her voice. Stayed beside her, even when silence
Sam's POVOut near another city, inside an ordinary-looking office block, we met - using a fake identity I’d set up long before. Not one guard from Sterling showed up. Ethan stayed away too. Only my presence, a disposable phone, everything silent except the hum of tires on hidden routes, making certain nobody tailed me.Waiting there was my lawyer, Mr. Harlan - still the same steady figure from back home, untouched by anything Sterling. A bare conference room surrounded us, no windows, just walls closing in. On the table sat heavy files, lined up tight, color-coded tabs sticking out like flags.“Everything is ready,” he said, sliding the first stack toward me. “Divorce paperwork. Asset division. The settlement is generous but ironclad - no loopholes for contesting, no hidden clauses that could be exploited later. You’ll walk away with more than enough to rebuild independently, plus full ownership of the revitalized Wade family business.”My fingers moved
Sam's POVThere I was, inside the hushed room where stillness hung thick - just the faint pulse of an old clock breaking the silence from its high shelf spot. Light spilled across the floor from my tablet, screen bright with one bold red ring circling the current day.Six months.Six months left before the deal ends.That figure hung there, wobbling under my gaze. Half a year stood between now and the day gates opened. Come that time, I’d step out carrying what we agreed upon when vows were said - cash thick enough to start over beyond Sterling’s reach, past those old dark corners where I used to vanish.The folder was locked tight, marked only with the words “Escape Plan.”The space stood just as it should. A quiet rightness filled the room.Out past midnight, settlement money sat tucked away overseas, ticking upward with every smart move. Not loud but strong, the Wade company kept humming along - fuel added by those once-shadowy tru
Ethan's POVDown the stairs I went, boots dragging slow, every thud echoing how far she now seemed. Distance grew without a word, just the weight of leaving her there among the potted herbs and fading light.Darkness now covered the sky, stars sprinkled across it like salt after the sun slipped behind the cliffs. Not even the chill of evening could quiet what burned beneath my ribs. His voice kept returning - Sam’s voice - not softening with time, but sharper, each syllable digging deeper.“I can’t. Not yet.”“The contract was my safety net.”“I’m terrified that if I say yes… I’ll wake up one day and find myself alone again.”On my knees, I showed her everything - every part of me, stripped clean. Pride was gone. My words were only about love, nothing else. Not the deal. Never the business. Her. That is what mattered. The way she stands tall. How she thinks. The calm fire inside her. Paper meant nothing then. I said I would burn it if needed
Sam's POVOut there, the last light bled into shadows - soft pink smudges clinging beside bruised purple trails. Up on the roof, where flowers used to breathe calm, air thickened as if standing too close to a fall.Down he stayed, one knee pressing into the floor, fingers curled around mine as if I might vanish. Not a whisper broke the silence after he spoke - just truth, bare and heavy, left trembling in the space where words had been.“I love you… Stay. Choose me.”Water spilled from my eyes, sudden, impossible to hold back. A strange lift tugged inside my chest even as old burdens pressed hard - his voice had lit something while shadows stayed rooted deep.Back pressed against cold stone, fingers curling at my sides. Space between us grew, quiet but sharp. Needed it that way. Had to breathe alone before words slipped out too fast. Before wanting won over sense.“Ethan…” My voice cracked. “I can’t. Not yet.”A sharp ache crossed his







