LOGINSam's POVI stood where everyone could see me.Out of nowhere, that contract spread everywhere online. Still, I refused to let Gwen decide what people thought. Never again. Back then, I hid through endless dark hours while everyone else named who I was. Now? The telling belongs to me.Before sunrise, I reached out to Ethan’s public relations group. Less than sixty minutes later, we found ourselves inside the large meeting space of the property, devices powered up, hot drinks filling the air with steam. Next to me, Ethan stayed close, fingers sometimes grazing my hand beneath the surface - small moments passing without words. Pride simmered in his gaze, sharp and steady, while I guided the conversation forward.“We’re not denying the contract,” I said firmly, addressing the three senior PR executives. “That would make us look like we’re hiding something. We acknowledge it, reframe it, and redirect the conversation to str
Sam's POVA beep broke the silence just before six. The screen flashed with news at an hour most people sleep.Awake again, perched near the window in the living area, fingers curled around a mug of tea turned chilly. Rest doesn’t visit much these days, not after the stabbing. Each dim corner now carries weight, each silence hums with something waiting just out of sight.That headline on my tablet hit hard, right in the gut.“Billionaire’s One-Year Marriage Deal Exposed: Sterling Wife Set to Cash Out and Leave”Shaky hands hit the screen when I clicked it. Every big site carried the story now - news desks, rumor blogs, endless scrolling streams. There they were, copies of the deal spread wide: both names signed low on the page, twelve months underlined bright, payout numbers made impossible to miss. Some unnamed source whispered I’d boxed Ethan into something sharp and planned all along to walk away just as time expire
Gwen's POVA corner of the city held a quiet fight inside four walls. The place where I stayed turned into something else entirely.Along the minibar, empty bottles stood in rows. Trash spilled out, filled with takeout boxes stacked too high. In the big mirror across the room, a woman stared back - sunken cheeks, untamed gaze, strands of hair breaking free around features that used to define me. That look once opened every door. Now it does nothing. Strength has drained away. What people listened to before now fades, moment by moment.What remained behind was just the need to even the score.There I was, parked at the desk, lid up, light spilling across my face from the machine. That file waited - my last move - the signed copy of our deal, crisp scan, each line sharp enough to cut. Twelve months spelled out clear, not a word blurred, names inked at the bottom like receipts. Passages stood out now, bolded by me earlier: time limit stamped upfront, money t
Sam's POVAt first, the holdups barely showed. Hardly worth noticing - just red tape doing its thing.That stack of divorce papers vanished somewhere inside Legal. An extra week requested just to pin down the worth of some assets. Every time I pushed Ethan’s people on wrapping up specific sections, replies came back fuzzy. Early on, I figured it was standard delay stuff - big companies dragging feet, more so after those messy public incidents and shaky leadership upstairs.Yet something inside me, built from years of staying alive, kept pulling back.That quiet glow filled the room as I stayed behind after work. A hush settled when the attorney spoke through encrypted lines.“Everything is dragging without clear explanation,” Mr. Harlan said, his voice cautious. “Requests that should take days are taking weeks. Some filings have been returned for ‘additional clarification’ on points that were already crystal clear. It doesn’t feel like standard pro
Ethan's POVOut here silence filled the room, a thick sort of calm that money buys when only the biggest deals pass through. Walls lined with deep-colored wood, wide seats made of worn leather, glass stretching high where you could watch clouds drift above rooftops. Across from me, Mr. Hargrove stayed still - my go-to advisor since day one on all things Sterling, sorting details others wouldn’t touch. Time has passed but his role never shifted.Alone was how I arrived. Not a single helper in sight. Nobody guarding the door from within. What got said here stayed put - no stepping beyond the corners of this place.“I need to explore every legal avenue to delay the contract expiration,” I said without preamble, my voice low and steady. “The one-year marriage agreement with Sam. Find minor clauses, paperwork extensions, interpretation ambiguities - anything. Even a quiet injunction if necessary. I want time.”Back in his seat, Mr. Hargrove watched me from beh
Ethan's POVLate afternoon brought the emergency board meeting to the main conference room at Sterling headquarters. Heavy silence filled the air. Around the long mahogany table, directors sat stiffly - tablets awake, documents spread wide. On wall-mounted screens, stock numbers flickered alongside live news streams, both lit up by the divorce gossip Gwen let slip.At the top of the table, I took my seat, Sam at my side. Only after a quiet request did she agree to come along. Not just expected anymore - her being there mattered too much to ignore. Everyone on the board sensed it. So did I. Quiet as she was, fixing things fast when trouble hit that morning, respect followed without words.A cough broke the silence - meeting underway, faces turned toward the front. His voice carried weight right from the start.“The recent rumors have caused unnecessary volatility. However, thanks to swift action, the stock has stabilized. We need to address the underlying







