MasukReid’s POV
The car screeched to a halt outside the club, the neon lights burning against the night sky. The bass from inside throbbed in my chest before I even stepped out. My driver climbed quickly from his seat and hurried to me. “Sir...Madam went inside hours ago. She hasn’t come back out.” My jaw tightened. “Why didn’t you call me sooner?” “I… I thought she only wanted to blow off steam,” he stammered. I didn’t waste another word. I pushed through the entrance, the smell of sweat, alcohol, and smoke hitting me at once. Lights flashed across the packed dance floor where bodies moved in sync with the music. “Karline!” I shouted above the noise, scanning the crowd. Faces blurred past me, strangers swaying, laughing, kissing, but not her. My chest ached as I shoved past the dancers, searching every corner, every table. I pulled out my phone and dialed her, but the call went unanswered. Straight to voicemail. “Damn it,” I muttered, raking a hand through my hair. I went further in, toward the velvet ropes that marked the VIP section. A bouncer stepped in front of me until recognition flickered in his eyes. Being CEO had its advantages, I didn’t even need to argue. He stepped aside. The VIP room was quieter, the music muffled, the air heavy with the scent of expensive liquor and perfume. Private booths lined the walls, curtains drawn on most. My gut twisted. Something felt wrong. The curtain whipped back, and my world shattered. Kar. my karline. My wife. Curled against Adrian in the dim booth, her dress slipping off her shoulder, her hair wild, her lips parted as if she’d just been kissed. His arm was locked tight around her waist, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, smug satisfaction written all over his face. I froze, my heart pounding like a war drum. “Karline!” My voice roared above the muffled bass. Her lashes fluttered. She stirred, blinking up at me with glassy eyes. “Reid?” Her voice was soft, slurred, like she was waking from a dream. Adrian chuckled, stretching like a cat disturbed from its nap. “You’re loud.” Rage surged through me. “What the hell is this?!” She tried to push herself up, but her body swayed and collapsed back against the cushions. Her hand reached weakly toward me. “I don’t… I don’t know what happened. Reid, I was just dancing and then..” Adrian cut her off smoothly, his voice dripping poison. “Don’t lie now, darling. You told me you were lonely. You said you were horny, begged me to touch you. You practically threw yourself at me.” The words sliced me open. Karline’s eyes widened in horror. “No! Reid, no, I never said that!” She struggled upright, her body trembling. “He’s lying..I swear on ..” I stepped closer, my voice raw. “You’re not even drunk, Damnit. Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know what you were doing.” Her face crumpled, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I’m dizzy, my head is spinning..I swear something’s wrong with me. Please, believe me, Reid, I’d never_” Adrian smirked over her shoulder. “You seemed fine when you were grinding on me a little while ago. Maybe your husband doesn’t know what his perfect wife really wants.” “Shut your filthy mouth!” I lunged, fisting his collar and slamming him against the wall. My fury shook through my arms. “If you touched her without her consent, I’ll bury you.” Adrian only laughed, his eyes gleaming. “Consent? She was begging, Reid. Why don’t you ask her?” Karline’s voice cracked through sobs. “Reid, he’s lying! I tried, but my body wouldn’t listen. You have to believe me!” But the sight, the sight of her in his arms, flushed and weak, his hands all over her, was burned into my brain. “How can I believe you?” My chest heaved as the words ripped from me. “Do you know what I see right now? I see my wife, not drunk, not unconscious, but sitting in another man’s arms at midnight, letting him touch her. Do you know what that does to me?” Her lips trembled. “I didn’t let him! I couldn’t stop him, please, you have to trust me!” “Trust?” I barked a bitter laugh, hollow and broken. “You begged me to stay tonight, Kar. Do you remember? You said you needed me. And I left hating myself because I chose duty over you. But instead of waiting, you’re here. With him. Tell me, how the hell am I supposed to trust you after this?” Her sobs tore through the booth, her hands reaching for me. “Because I love you, Reid. Only you. Please, don’t let one lie destroy us.” I looked at her, really looked, and for one fleeting moment I almost believed her. Almost. But the image wouldn’t leave my head, Adrian’s lips grazing her cheek, her body limp and pliant under his arm. I turned away, voice sharp, final. “Don’t speak. Every word out of your mouth right now feels like a lie.” Her gasp broke me in half, but I forced my legs to move, storming out of the booth before I shattered completely. Behind me, I heard her crying, Adrian’s low chuckle threading through it like a knife. And in that moment, betrayal burned hotter than love. Karline's POV The booth door slammed behind Reid, leaving me breathless, my tears dripping hot down my face. “Reid, wait..please!” I tried to stumble after him, but Adrian’s hand caught my wrist. “Let him go,” he said smoothly, that smirk still plastered on his face. “He needed to see the truth tonight.” Something inside me snapped. I raised my hand and slapped him, hard enough that his head jerked to the side. The sting burned my palm, but the sound of it was worth it. “You disgusting bastard!” My voice cracked with rage and grief. “You spiked my drink, didn’t you? You made me like this you ruined everything!” Adrian only chuckled, rubbing his jaw where I struck him. “Ruined? No, sweetheart. I just gave Reid a reason to doubt. The rest was all you, your laugh, your flirting, the way you let me touch your hand. Don’t act innocent now.” “Stay away from me!” I spat, ripping my hand free and stumbling toward the exit. I burst out of the club into the cool night air, but Reid’s car was already gone. I caught sight of Natalie slipping into the passenger seat beside him before the vehicle disappeared into the street. My chest caved. Natalie. With him. “No, no, no…” My voice broke as I staggered to the curb, praying I was wrong. The driver hurried toward me. “Madam, are you alright? Should I take you home?” I nodded weakly, wiping my tears with trembling hands. “Yes… take me home. Please.” The house was dark when I arrived. Empty. “Reid?” I called out the moment I opened the door. My voice echoed through the silence. No answer. I searched every room, the living room, the study, the bedroom. Nothing. His shoes weren’t even by the door. His phone was off when I tried calling. “Reid, please pick up,” I whispered into the phone, my hands shaking. I tried again. Straight to voicemail. Again. And again. By the fifth time, my sobs broke free. I sank to the floor in the hallway, clutching the phone against my chest. The silence of the house pressed down on me, heavy, suffocating. “Reid, I swear I didn’t betray you,” I whispered into the darkness. “I tried… I don’t even know what happened to me. Please believe me. Please don’t leave me.” The memories of Adrian’s words came back to haunt me. She said she was horny. She begged me not to stop. “No,” I whispered fiercely through tears. “I never said that. I never wanted that. Reid has to know. He has to believe me.” But he was gone. With Natalie. My breaths came in short gasps, panic clawing at my chest. What if he never came back? What if he truly believed Adrian? I curled up on the cold floor, sobbing into my hands until exhaustion blurred my vision. And in that darkness, one thought screamed louder than my heartbeat. I was losing him.AFTER SOME MONTHSWEDDING DAY REID'S POINT OF VIEWThe wedding day finally arrived.And I was sweating badly.Not the polite, composed kind of sweating.The nervous, slightly panicked kind.“Take it, Reid.”James pushed a neatly folded handkerchief into my hand before I could even ask.“Thanks.” James once my assistance said.Correction, not just my assistant anymore.Family.After secretly dating Mia for one year, pretending they were “just friends” and publicly dating for exactly one dramatic day before announcing their engagement, they decided by the third year that waiting was pointless.They got married.And somehow James, who once trembled during presentations, now stood in front of me calm and married.“Thanks,” I muttered, pressing the handkerchief to my forehead.He smirked. “You know, I was also this nervous on my wedding day.”“It’s not my first wedding either,” I replied dryly.He raised an eyebrow.“But it feels different,” I added quietly.Different wasn’t even the rig
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWEthan had fallen asleep inside the farmhouse, curled under a thick blanket Isabella had tucked around him.Matteo and Isabella had long since gone in as well, leaving the yard bathed in moonlight and the faint orange glow of dying fire.The farm felt different at night.So still and silent now.Karline stood near the wooden fence, her fingers resting lightly on the cool surface. Beyond it, the fields stretched into darkness, silvered by the moon. A soft breeze moved through the grass.Reid stood a few steps behind her.He watched her quietly.There was something in his expression, not doubt, not regret, but a nervous weight.He swallowed once.He had rehearsed the words in his mind all evening.And yet now, standing under the open Italian sky, they felt heavier.He walked toward her slowly.Tired from the day.Content from the laughter.But carrying something fragile in his chest.KARLINE'S POINT OF VIEWI heard his footsteps before I saw him beside me.I di
AT NIGHT THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWClosing time always came gently.The last customer waved goodbye, promising to come early the next morning for cinnamon rolls. Karline smiled and turned the sign on the glass door from Open to Closed.The soft click felt satisfying.Reid was already stacking the outdoor chairs neatly, lifting two at a time like it was nothing.“You don’t have to do all that,” she said, wiping down the counter.He glanced at her over his shoulder. “I know.”“But you still will.”“Of course.”Ethan dragged a small broom that was slightly too big for him. “I’m helping too.”“You’re mostly spreading the crumbs around,” Karline teased.“It’s strategy,” Ethan replied seriously. “Ants need food.”Reid laughed under his breath. “He’s got a point.”Karline shook her head, but her eyes were soft.Within twenty minutes, the tables were aligned, the lights inside dimmed to a golden glow, and the ovens turned off. Reid locked the door and tested it twice, out of habit.“Ready?”
THREE YEARS LATERTHIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWThree years had passed.Life no longer felt like something they were surviving. It felt like something they were living. Slowly and peacefully.The little bell above the bakery door chimed as the last morning customer stepped out into the soft Italian sunlight. The street outside was calm, lined with flower pots and pale stone buildings that warmed under the sun. The scent of sugar and baked bread lingered in the air, sweet and comforting.Behind the counter stood Karline, tying a thin ribbon around a pastel pink box of pastries. A loose strand of hair had slipped from her bun, and there was flour faintly dusted along her apron. She looked content, not tired, not overwhelmed, just quietly fulfilled.“Mumma, all the blueberry muffins sold out?”She looked down immediately.Ethan stood in front of her, now eight years old, taller, leaner, with the same bright eyes and that wide, toothy smile that had somehow grown even more charming with time
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW The door closed quietly behind them.Karline stepped in first this time.She didn’t rush and simply walked forward slowly, taking in the silence of the house.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, resting gently on cream-colored walls and warm wooden floors.It felt calm, simple and beautiful.Ethan ran past her with a small laugh. “It looks so new!”Reid smiled faintly. “That’s because it is.”Karline moved further inside.Her fingers brushed the wall lightly as if she needed to feel it to believe it.“The color…” she said softly. “You chose this?”Reid nodded. “You once said white feels cold. And dark colors feel heavy. So… I tried to find something in between.”She smiled gently. “It’s perfect.”There was no exaggeration in her voice.Just honesty.She walked toward the living area.The furniture wasn’t flashy. It was not like their old home back in the new york but beautiful soft fabrics sofa.A wooden coffee table.A woven rug beneath it.“It’s bea
AFTER THREE MONTHSThree months had passed since the night the tent collapsed.Three months since blood on the ground. Since sirens. Since fear sat in Karline’s chest like a stone.Now, the hospital corridors no longer felt terrifying. They felt familiar. Almost gentle.Reid had been discharged a month and a half ago after spending six long weeks under constant monitoring. The doctors had been cautious, especially about the head injury. But every follow-up visit brought better news.“The swelling has reduced significantly,” the neurologist had said during the last appointment. “His procedures and medications will taper down gradually. A few more months of care, and he should be fully recovered.”Karline had nearly cried from relief.Ethan was recovering too.Reid had changed.Not dramatically in loud ways, but quietly.Deeply.He and karline attended therapy sessions without complaint, not just physical therapy for his shoulder and balance, but counseling too. For their trauma. For th
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWAdrian nodded and answered. “Hello?”Natalie’s voice came through, sharper this time, edged with urgency. “Listen. I need you.”Reid’s eyes narrowed.“I have something important to handle,” she continued. “Something I can’t mess up. And I can’t do it over the phone.”Adri
NATALIE'S POINT OF VIEWWhen I came back, pale and lightheaded, Margaret was already standing by the door, dressed for her morning walk.“Shoes,” she said.My heart sank.***The run.Fifteen kilometers.Every morning.No excuses.The sun had barely risen when we stepped outside. Margaret walked be
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEWThe morning air outside the hospital was crisp, but Natalie barely noticed. She was too busy fidgeting with her hair in the car mirror, making sure it was perfectly smooth, reflecting the image she wanted Reid to see. Every strand, every curl, had to be flawless.The heel
REID'S POINT OF VIEWI took Natalie out on a date.Not because I wanted to.Not because I love or wants to prove her something.I took her out because I needed her trust, fully, blindly, irrevocably.The restaurant was excessive. Glass, gold accents, soft lighting engineered to make people feel imp







