登入Lydia's Point of ViewBy the time I pulled into the driveway, the sky had already turned a deep shade of blue.I sat inside the car for a few moments, my fingers still wrapped around the steering wheel. I wasn't ready to go inside. After everything that had happened at the office, I needed a few more seconds before facing another empty evening.The driver hurried around to open the door for me."Good evening, ma'am."I gave him a tired smile before stepping out."Thank you."The front door opened before I reached it.One of the housekeepers greeted me with her usual warmth, but the smile on her face quickly faded when she noticed the exhaustion I couldn't hide."Welcome home, ma'am.""Thank you," I replied softly, handing her my handbag."I'm not hungry tonight. Please don't bother preparing dinner."She hesitated, her hands tightening around the bag."Would you like me to make some tea instead?"I thought about it for a moment before shaking my head."Maybe later."Without waiting fo
Damian's Point of ViewThe drive home felt longer than usual.I rested one hand on the steering wheel while the other lay loosely on Andrew's envelope on the passenger seat. Every traffic light seemed to hold me back a little longer, leaving me alone with thoughts I had spent days trying to outrun.By the time I pulled into the driveway, the afternoon sun had begun to fade.The mansion stood exactly as I had left it, grand and imposing, yet it no longer felt like home. The silence surrounding it was almost unsettling, as though the walls themselves had grown tired of waiting for the people who once filled them with life.The housekeeper hurried to open the front door the moment she saw me."Welcome home, sir."I gave a slight nod as I stepped inside, my eyes moving across the living room. The broken bottles had finally been cleared away, and every piece of furniture sat neatly in its place, but the emptiness remained."Has Madam returned?" I asked.The woman hesitated before answering
Samuel's Point of ViewThe apartment had become unbearably quiet.I stood by the window with a mug of coffee growing cold in my hand, my eyes fixed on the busy street below. People hurried from one place to another, laughing and talking as though the world hadn't changed, while mine had remained suspended since the morning Ava walked out of my house.My phone lay on the coffee table.Over the last few days, I had called her more times than I could remember. Every attempt ended the same way. Sometimes her phone was switched off, and other times it rang until the line disconnected.I picked it up again and stared at her name on the screen."This is the last time," I murmured to myself. "If she doesn't answer, I'll stop calling for today."The ringtone echoed softly in my ear.One ring.Then another.By the fourth ring, I had already accepted that she wasn't going to answer. My thumb moved toward the screen to end the call when I heard the faint sound of someone picking up.I froze.My h
Chapter 93 Damian’s Point of View The television had been on for almost an hour. I hadn’t registered a single word. My laptop sat open on the coffee table, company reports waiting, but my eyes kept drifting to Andrew’s letter beside it. Then my phone vibrated. I barely glanced at the screen before picking it up. BREAKING: Carter Group CEO at the Centre of Fresh Scandal. My heart stuttered. I opened the first article. The photographs loaded one after another, impossible to look away from. “Lydia…” I scrolled through every link.. “Damn it.” I dragged a hand through my hair and started pacing. This wasn’t only about her anymore. The divorce scandal had already put the company under a microscope. If shareholders started losing faith now, the stock would take the hit. Of all the times for this to surface. Another thought cut through the noise. Rachel. She was the only one who gained anything from watching Lydia burn. After everything that happened with her job
Lydia's Point of ViewI woke before my alarm.For a few moments, I lay still, staring at the ceiling as the events of the past few days drifted through my mind one after another. Each memory settled heavily on my chest, making it harder to breathe.I slowly turned my head toward the empty side of the bed.The sheets were neatly made, untouched, yet I could still remember the mornings when Damian used to occupy that space. Even after everything he had done, the silence beside me felt unfamiliar.A bitter smile tugged at my lips before quickly disappearing."So this is what loneliness feels like," I whispered.The words echoed softly around the room.I shut my eyes for a second, refusing to let the tears gathering there fall. I had spent too many nights crying over a man who had stopped choosing me long before he walked out of our marriage.Today, I couldn't afford to break.After taking a shower and getting dressed, I stood in front of the mirror.The woman staring back at me looked po
Damian's Point of ViewSleep never came.I spent the entire night lying on my bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened over the last few days. Every time I closed my eyes, Andrew's face appeared before me, followed by the shaky handwriting in the letter he had left behind.By morning, I had made up my mind.There was only one place that could give me the answers I needed.After taking a quick shower and changing into a dark suit, I picked up my car keys and left the house. The drive into the city was unusually quiet, but my thoughts were anything but peaceful.Andrew had built his business over several decades.If there was anything he had been hiding, it had to be somewhere inside his office.Nearly forty minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of Andrew's company. The building stood exactly as I remembered it, but something about it felt different now.The flags hanging outside fluttered gently in the wind, while employees walked in and out
“I’ll make Damian pay for everything. IIwhispered to myself as I stepped out of the hotel’s glass doors, the cold night air slapping my face with sharp clarity.My heels echoed against the pavement as I hurried to the car. I didn’t look back ,not at Damian, not at Ava, not at the mess I was leavin
Samuel ReckoningThe room was silent, too silent for his restless thoughts. Samuel sat on the edge of the armchair, elbows propped on his knees, staring at the glass of untouched whiskey balanced in his hand. The city stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of his apartment, lights blinki
The air around the house that day was fresh,yet the thickness could be felt far beyond a thousand metres. Outside, the evening wind rustled the bougainvillea by the gate, but inside, not a single sound stirred.Damian pulled up in the driveway, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. The
Ava walked into the office that day with the same elegance she wore like armor — a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips, a silk blouse that caught the light, her heels clicking in deliberate rhythm against the polished floor. But no amount of poise could soften the heaviness that hung in the air







