MasukCHAPTER 40 – THE AFTERMATH
Althea’s POVThe silence after a storm is never peaceful.It’s heavy. Unnatural. As if the world is holding its breath, waiting to see what’s left standing.That’s how the house felt when I came back that night—too quiet, too large, too empty for a place that was supposed to be a home. The lights were still on in the living room, the soft glow spilling across the marble floors like nothing had shattered hours earlier.As if two brothers hadn’t torn each other apart.As if my marriage hadn’t finally collapsed under the weight of its own lies.I closed the door behind me gently, though there was no one to disturb.Damian wasn’t there.I knew he wouldn’t be.He always disappeared when things became real.I set my bag down by the console table and stood there for a long moment, staring at the reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at me lCHAPTER 42 – THE REUNIONAlthea’s POVI felt him before I saw him.That was the thing I hated most—that after a year of distance, silence, and deliberate forgetting, my body still recognized Damian Navarro before my mind allowed it.The air shifted.Not dramatically. Not like the movies.Just… subtly. Like the room had inhaled and was waiting.I steadied my breathing, eyes still on the tablet in my hands, scanning notes I already knew by heart.Don’t turn yet.You’re not that woman anymore.The hum of conversation around me softened into background noise. Glasses clinked. Laughter rippled across the ballroom. The summit was already in full swing—power suits, practiced smiles, ambition wearing expensive perfume.I told myself he was just another executive in another room.A lie.“I didn’t expect to see you here.”There it was.His
CHAPTER 41 – ONE YEAR LATERAlthea’s POVTime doesn’t heal everything.That’s the lie people tell when they don’t know what else to say.Time doesn’t heal. It separates. It puts distance between you and the moment that broke you, enough space that the pain no longer screams—but it still breathes. Quietly. Patiently. Waiting.One year later, I learned how to live with that kind of pain.One Year LaterMy office sat on the twenty-third floor of a glass building overlooking the harbor. It wasn’t large, but it was mine—clean lines, warm wood, sunlight that poured in every morning like a promise.Althea Reyes Consulting.The name still felt surreal.A year ago, I had walked out of Navarro Enterprises with nothing but a box of personal items and a hollow ache in my chest. I had been someone’s wife. Someone’s asset. Someone’s problem.Now, I was my own name on th
CHAPTER 40 – THE AFTERMATHAlthea’s POVThe silence after a storm is never peaceful.It’s heavy. Unnatural. As if the world is holding its breath, waiting to see what’s left standing.That’s how the house felt when I came back that night—too quiet, too large, too empty for a place that was supposed to be a home. The lights were still on in the living room, the soft glow spilling across the marble floors like nothing had shattered hours earlier.As if two brothers hadn’t torn each other apart.As if my marriage hadn’t finally collapsed under the weight of its own lies.I closed the door behind me gently, though there was no one to disturb.Damian wasn’t there.I knew he wouldn’t be.He always disappeared when things became real.I set my bag down by the console table and stood there for a long moment, staring at the reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at me l
CHAPTER 39 – THE CONFRONTATIONAlthea’s POVThe room smelled like blood and broken things.Not just the sharp metallic scent lingering in the air, but something heavier—years of resentment, guilt, love twisted into something unrecognizable. The conference room no longer felt like glass and steel. It felt like a battlefield.Damian stood a few feet away from me, chest heaving, knuckles split and red. Darius leaned against the wall, jaw already swelling, a thin line of blood at the corner of his mouth.Two men who shared the same face in fragments.Two men who had just torn each other apart.And me—standing between them like the fault line that split the ground open.“Stop,” I said again, my voice shaking. “Both of you.”Neither of them moved.Damian’s eyes never left Darius.“You lied to me,” Damian said hoarsely. “Every day. Every look. Every time you stood beside m
CHAPTER 38 – A BROTHER’S BETRAYAL(Damian’s POV)The truth didn’t arrive all at once.It crept in.Like rot beneath polished wood. Like a hairline fracture spreading through glass until the shatter was inevitable.Damian noticed it first in the silences.The way Darius avoided his eyes.The way conversations stopped when he entered rooms.The way Althea’s name—once spoken freely—now carried weight, hesitation, consequence.It was subtle. Insidious.And it gnawed at him.He stood alone in his office late that night, lights dimmed, city stretched beneath him like a living organism. The letter opener lay idle on his desk, beside a stack of documents he hadn’t touched. His thoughts circled endlessly around the same axis.They know something I don’t.The realization made his jaw clench.Damian Navarro had built his empire on informati
CHAPTER 37 – TRUTHS UNRAVEL(Primarily Damian’s POV, with limited Althea presence)Damian didn’t remember how he got back to Navarro Enterprises.He only remembered the doors closing behind him at Veridian—the soft, decisive click that felt louder than any slammed door ever had. The look in Althea’s eyes followed him all the way back downtown, sat with him in the car, rode the elevator up, and lingered as he stepped into his office.She hadn’t begged.She hadn’t cried.She hadn’t even raised her voice.She’d looked… done.That terrified him more than anger ever could.Damian loosened his tie and tossed it onto the desk, then paced the length of the office like a caged animal. His reflection stared back at him from the glass wall—unsettled, sharp-eyed, defensive.She’s running, he told himself.She’s reacting.She’ll come back when she cools off.But even as the thoughts fo







