LOGINSelena returned home before sunset.The house greeted her with the same familiar stillness, soft lighting already switched on by habit. From the outside, to the inside nothing had changed. Everything had been the same. Then she heard. Her husband’s voice drifted from the living room, animated and confident as he spoke on the phone. Selena slowed her steps, listening.“Yes, I told you—it’s already settled,” he said with a laugh. “Once the restructuring is complete, things will move fast. Very fast.”She stepped into view just as he ended the call. He looked up, surprised, flickering briefly before his composer replaced it.“You’re back early,” he said. “How was your day?”Selena smiled and set her bag down neatly. “Productive.”That was true—just not in the way he imagined it.She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, movements unhurried. From the corner of her eye, she watched him loosen his tie, posture relaxed, confidence practically radiating from him.He wa
The city hadn’t changed. Glass towers still caught the afternoon sun, traffic still hummed with impatient energy, and ambition still hung thick in the air. Yet as Chris stepped out of the car and straightened his jacket, he had the strange feeling that something fundamental had shifted. He paused at the entrance of the hotel, eyes lifting instinctively toward the skyline. It had been three years since he’d last stayed this long. Business had dragged him back—an acquisition, a board negotiation, the usual games of power—but there was another reason he hadn’t admitted even to himself. Selena. He had avoided thinking her name for a long time. Not because it hurt, but because it felt pointless. She had chosen her path, and he had respected it, even when every instinct in him had screamed that she was making a mistake. Chris walked inside. The lobby buzzed with quiet wealth and controlled chaos. As he crossed toward the elevators, his phone vibrated. “Mr. Hale,” his assistant said
And head down to the dining.The dining room filled slowly with quiet movement and polite sounds—chairs sliding back, cups being set down, footsteps approaching.Selena looked up just as her husband entered.He was dressed impeccably, as always. Dark suit, crisp shirt, the faint, expensive cologne she had once associated with comfort. He paused when he saw her, a practiced smile forming on his lips.“You’re up early,” he said casually. “I thought you’d still be asleep.”Selena rose from her chair, smoothing her skirt. “It’s your birthday,” she replied softly. “Of course I’m up.”Her tone was gentle. Warm. Perfect.He didn’t notice the stillness behind her eyes.He stepped closer and kissed her cheek, quick and distracted. She felt nothing—no warmth, no disappointment. Just awareness. The angle of his body. The lack of affection in the gesture.“Well,” he said, pulling out a chair, “I’m curious. You always like to make a big deal out of today.”Selena smiled.Once, she had taken pride
Selena didn’t rush.That alone told her everything she needed to know.If this were a dream, panic would have driven her to extremes—screaming, shaking, searching for cracks in reality. But there was no hysteria in her veins. No disbelief clawing at her chest.Only stillness.She walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Cold water spilled over her fingers, sharp enough to sting. She splashed some on her face, watching droplets trail down her skin in the mirror.It felt real.She pinched her arm hard enough to leave a mark. The pain bloomed and faded, ordinary and convincing. She exhaled slowly.Still alive.Selena reached for her toothbrush, paused, then let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh. Even the mundane habits were intact. Same mint toothpaste. Same chipped cup by the sink. Same routine she’d followed every morning of her married life.She brushed her teeth carefully, eyes locked on her reflection.There was no fear looking back at her.That was what unsettled her
Selena woke with a sharp gasp, her body jerking upright as if dragged back from deep water. Her chest rose and fell too fast, lungs burning, heart slamming against her ribs. For a few seconds, she couldn’t move. The sensation of falling—of darkness swallowing her—still clung to her bones. She was alive. The first thing she noticed was the light. Morning sunlight filtered through half-drawn curtains, warm and soft, painting pale gold streaks across the bedroom walls. The air smelled faintly of jasmine—the same diffuser she used every morning. Everything was painfully familiar. Too familiar. Selena lifted her hands slowly, half-expecting to see blood. There was none. Her skin was unbroken. Smooth. Warm. Her fingers trembled. “No…” she whispered. Her voice sounded hoarse, unused. She swallowed and forced herself to breathe more slowly, grounding herself in sensation. The mattress beneath her. The distant hum of traffic outside. The quiet ticking of the clock on the nightstand.
Selena drifted in and out of awareness.Pain came first—sharp and disorienting—then faded into something dull and distant, like a warning she could no longer react to. Her body felt heavy, unresponsive, as if it no longer belonged to her.Voices floated above her.Muted. Careful.“She’s still breathing.”The words sent panic crashing through her mind. Selena tried to open her eyes. Tried to move her fingers. Nothing happened. Her body refused every command.A pause followed.Then her husband spoke, his voice low and steady. Too steady.“That won’t matter.”Selena’s heart slammed against her ribs. She wanted to scream, to tell him she was awake, that she could hear him—but her lips wouldn’t part.She was trapped.“Are you sure?” her best friend asked. There was a tremor in her voice, faint but unmistakable. “This isn’t… this isn’t too far?”Too far.The words were almost funny.“We’ve already crossed that line,” he replied. “There’s no turning back now.”Selena felt hands touch her—tur







