LOGINRoza POV“Absolutely not.” Mira’s voice came sharp through the phone the moment I told her. “Roza, tell me you are joking.”“I am not joking.”“She helped destroy your marriage. She sat across from you eating your soup while she was already sleeping with your husband. And now you want to open your door to her because she sent one frightened text message?”“It was not one text message, Mira. It was months of blocked numbers and voicemails and now this, someone who sounds exactly the way I used to sound, asking for somewhere to go because she has nobody else.” My voice shook, but I did not back down. “I know what that specific kind of fear sounds like. I lived inside it for seven years. I cannot pretend I do not recognize it just because it is coming from her.”Mira was quiet for a long moment. “This is not your responsibility, Roza.”“I know it is not.” I looked over at Soren, sitting quietly across the room, watching me with an expression I could not fully read. “But I keep thinking a
Soren POV“Callum.” I kept my voice level, though everything in me wanted to raise it. “Look at me.”He did, slowly, rain still running down his face, his whole body sagging with an exhaustion that looked bone deep.“She does not owe you access to her life,” I said. “Not because you dropped a claim tonight, not because you are standing here soaked through telling us you have nothing left. Whatever you are willing to trade away does not buy you a place back in her life. That is not how any of this works.”“I am not trying to buy anything.”“You are. You have been trying to buy or control something about her since the moment she left you. First with lawyers. Then with an investigator. Now with your own collapse, standing in the rain hoping guilt will do what money and threats could not.” I stepped slightly closer, keeping myself firmly between them. “It will not work, Callum. Not tonight. Not ever again.”Something flickered across his face, too tired to argue, too broken to summon the
Callum POVI stood in the rain and watched her face, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, I had no idea what to say next.I had rehearsed this on the flight up. I had rehearsed it in the taxi from the airport, sitting alone in the back seat while the driver made small talk I could not answer. Somewhere between London and this dark, wet street, every version of what I planned to say had fallen apart completely, leaving only the truth, raw and unpolished, standing there in front of her.“The merger collapsed,” I said. “Publicly. Reyes went to the press himself, framed it as walking away from an unstable partner. My board convened an emergency session two days ago. I am not certain I still have a company to run by the end of the month.”“Callum, I did not come out here for a business update.”“I know.” I laughed, and it came out wrong, hollow, nothing like the confident sound I used to make in boardrooms. “I do not know why I am telling you that first. Perhaps because
Roza POV“Do not look at it,” Soren said quietly, his hand steering me gently but firmly toward the car. “Just get in. I am watching it.”I got in, my heart already climbing back into my throat, the calm of the last few hours shattering completely. Soren pulled out of the clinic car park slowly, deliberately, and in the side mirror I watched the dark saloon pull out behind us a few seconds later, keeping its distance but never quite letting the gap widen.“It is following us,” I said.“I know.”We drove in silence for several minutes, the car behind us matching every turn, never closing in, never falling back far enough to disappear. Rain had started, light at first, streaking slowly across the windscreen, the wipers ticking back and forth in the quiet.“Soren, please just get me home.”“I am not driving straight to your flat with someone tailing us the entire way.” His jaw was tight, his knuckles white on the wheel again, the same fury I had seen the night the investigator knocked on
Roza POVSoren drove faster than I had ever seen him drive, his knuckles pale on the wheel, one hand reaching over every few seconds to check that I was still upright, still breathing, still there.“Talk to me,” he said. “Roza, please, say something.”“It is easing a little.” My voice shook. “Not gone. But easing.”“We are almost there.”The clinic swallowed us into fluorescent light and hurried footsteps, a nurse taking one look at my face and calling for Dr. Cross before I had even finished giving my name. They put me on a monitor, cold gel against my stomach, and for a long, terrible stretch of minutes the room held nothing but the sound of my own frightened breathing and the steady beep of a machine I did not fully understand.Then another sound joined it. Fast, steady, unmistakably alive.“There,” the nurse said gently. “Strong heartbeat. That is a good sign.”I let out a breath I had been holding since the boardroom call had ended, tears finally slipping free, and Soren’s hand f
Roza POV“You are supposed to be resting,” Soren said, standing in the doorway of the small office, watching me pull up the video call on my laptop with hands that would not quite stay steady.“I cannot rest while someone tries to take my company out from under me.”“Roza, Dr. Cross was very clear.”“I know what Dr. Cross said.” I looked up at him, and something in my face must have told him arguing further would not move me an inch, because he sighed and sat down beside me instead, close enough that I could feel the steady warmth of him even through my own fear.“Then I am staying right here,” he said. “The whole call.”Marcus’s face appeared on the screen first, followed a moment later by Nadia, her expression carefully neutral in a way that told me nothing at all about where she currently stood.“Roza,” Marcus said. “I did not expect you to join this call. I thought Fiona might handle it on your behalf, given everything.”“I am not letting anyone else speak for my company,” I said.







