ログインShe should sleep.She lies on her back in the dark of her childhood room with Liam's text still burning on her phone screen — I'm sorry. To you. And to Xiao Han. You were right — and she reads it a fifth time, a sixth, and still cannot decide what to do with it.Is sorry enough?She doesn't know. She genuinely doesn't know, and not knowing is its own kind of exhaustion, the kind that sits behind your eyes and makes the ceiling feel very close.She puts the phone down.Closes her eyes.The door slams open.She doesn't flinch. She doesn't move. She has known this particular hurricane since it learned to walk, and she has learned — over years, over countless versions of this exact moment — to go completely still.Vivian Brooks stands in the doorway with her arms crossed and the specific, luminous pleasure of someone who has just been handed exactly what she wanted."Basic manners,"
She doesn't let the tears fall.She tips her head back, jaw locked, forcing them down by sheer stubbornness. The November sky above The Ashwood is dark and moonless, the kind of dark that makes a person feel small, and Allie stands on the private drive watching the place where Liam's taillights disappeared and tells herself, very firmly, that she is not going to cry about this twice.She cried on the bus bench.That was her one.He left again.She asked for one thing — one real, human thing — and he drove away. Which tells her everything she needed to know about where this marriage currently is, and she is done being surprised by information she's been collecting for eleven days.She has nowhere to go.Chloe's apartment is — occupied, in ways that cannot be undone — and she cannot go back there tonight. The Ashwood is technically Liam's building, and even in the borrowed unit she'll spend the whole nig
They are absolutely, definitively, not fighting.Allie processes this in the roughly three-quarters of a second before her brain mercifully instructs her to stop processing and leave."Sorry—" Her voice comes out somewhere between a squeak and a whisper. "Sorry, I'm — you carry on, I'll just—"She turns.She hits the doorframe.She stumbles through it anyway.She doesn't look back.She walks very quickly to the stairs, then very quickly down the stairs, then very quickly through the front door and down the private drive of The Ashwood, and she keeps walking until she's well past the garden lights and the trees close around her and the building is behind her and she can stop and press both hands against her burning face and stand completely still for a moment.Chloe West, she thinks, staring into the middle distance. Hates him. Will definitely divorce him. Didn't move when he kiss
Preston looked at Liam and waved one hand with the idle authority of a man who has decided the topic is closed."Forget my problems." He dropped back into the chair. "Let's talk about yours. When are you going to go get your wife?"Liam's gaze stayed on the window. The city. The ten thousand lights that were easier to look at than anything else right now."I'll figure it out.""That's not an answer.""It's the only one I have."Preston studied him — the rigid set of his shoulders, the way his hand pressed flat against the glass, the particular stillness of a man who has run himself into a wall and is still deciding whether to try to climb it or just stand there."You were insufferable, you know," Preston said. "When you first got together. Walking around like you'd invented happiness. Made the rest of us want to push you into traffic." He paused. "And now you're standing at a window at midnight like something out of a Victorian
"He accused you of what?"Chloe is sitting cross-legged on the guest bed, staring at Allie with an expression that suggests she has just heard something so absurd it physically offended her."You and Adam," Allie says flatly. "He thinks there's something between me and Adam."Silence."Adam Hart," Chloe says carefully. "His nephew.""Yes.""The one who was just discharged from the hospital.""Yes.""With broken ribs. From saving your life.""Chloe—""Has Liam Hart lost his actual mind?" Chloe puts both hands flat on the bed. "Like — genuinely. I want to understand the cognitive pathway that takes she visited him in the hospital and arrives at something is happening. That's not a misunderstanding, Allie, that's a malfunction."And somehow, despite everything — despite the bus bench and the tear tracks and the cold-lit horror of
Preston Whitmore.Allie stares at him and the pieces rearrange themselves so fast she almost gets dizzy.Liam's best friend. The one who showed up at his birthday with three bottles of single malt and a story that kept the table laughing for an hour. The one who Liam trusts the way you trust someone you've known long enough to have survived things together.That man is standing at the top of Chloe's staircase in a gray robe with damp hair and an expression that has just gone from possessive-toward-Chloe to completely blindsided-by-Allie in under three seconds."Sister-in-law?" he says again, like maybe he misidentified her the first time."Hi, Preston." Her voice comes out surprisingly level. "Didn't expect to find you here.""I could say the same." His eyes move to her face — reading her the way men who are good at reading people do, fast and comprehensive and landing on the parts that hurt. "You're alone."Not a quest
Allison "Allie" Brooks never doubted that she had loved Nicholas "Nick" Lawson.Childhood sweethearts, ten years of shared memories, laughter, and heartache.But as Nick stared at her, his voice trembling with emotion, she felt a hollow ache in her chest. His question hung in the air, unanswered. F
Allie stood outside Cheryl's hospital room at Ruian Hospital, her heart oddly calm despite the chaos inside. The door was ajar, and heart-wrenching cries echoed out.For a moment, Allie hesitated, her hand hovering near the doorframe. She didn’t know why she had come. Was it to face Cheryl? To pro
Liam Hart stepped out of the car, his movements calm and deliberate. He walked over to Allie Brooks, removed his tailored coat, and draped it gently over her shoulders.The quiet between them was heavy, but his voice broke through, low and steady. “Do you know how worried I’ve been? You didn’t answ
The next day, Allie Brooks went to campus like any other day. On the surface, everything seemed normal, yet she knew better. Cher Waverly had been absent for two weeks, citing a mysterious leave.Allie didn’t expect to see Cher again so soon, but there she was, the very picture of confidence, chatt







