MasukLENAVivian didn’t say anything at first.She simply unlocked her phone, placed it on the table between us, and pressed play.At first, there was only muffled sound. Rustling. Breathing. I frowned, confused, until—Roman’s voice.My heart stopped.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. But I knew that voice better than anyone in the world. I had fallen asleep to it. Woken up to it. Built a life around it.And then I heard her name.Not mine.Vivian.The sound of it, leaving his lips like that, shattered something inside my chest. My vision blurred instantly as tears streamed down my face without permission. I couldn’t even hear the rest clearly anymore. The world narrowed down to that one detail, that one cruel truth repeating in my head over and over.I slammed my hand on the table. “Stop it. Please. Stop.”Vivian paused the recording, her fingers lingering on the screen as she watched me cry.“So,” she said softly, almost kindly, “whose name did he say?”I couldn’t speak. My throat fel
LENAIn the end, I still went.Even though Ava stood in front of me like a human shield, arms crossed, eyes sharp with worry. Even though my chest already felt tight just imagining sitting across from my mother. Even though I knew, deep down, that nothing good ever came from Vivian suddenly asking for a “private dinner.”“I don’t like this,” Ava said quietly. “You already know what kind of woman she is.”“I know,” I replied, gripping my bag a little tighter. “But Roman won’t answer me. I don’t know where he is. I don’t even know if he’s okay.”“That doesn’t mean you need to walk straight into her trap.”“Maybe,” I said, forcing a weak smile, “but I need to hear it myself. I need to see her face when she talks about him.”Ava sighed, defeated but still worried. “Then promise me you won’t let her get inside your head.”I nodded, though we both knew that promise was fragile at best.The restaurant Vivian chose was elegant in the way that felt cold rather than welcoming. Soft lights, hush
That afternoon felt quieter than it should have.Not peaceful. Just… muted. Like the house was holding its breath along with me.Ava came by just after lunch, as she had been doing more often lately. She brought fruit, some pastries Isabella liked, and that familiar look on her face—the one that said she was worried but trying not to show it.She sat across from me at the kitchen table, watching me pour tea with movements that were a little too careful.“So,” she said casually, stirring her drink. “Tell me about Billy.”My hand paused for half a second before I set the kettle down.“What about him?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral.Ava raised an eyebrow. “You told me he came here. You don’t usually let random men into your house, Lena.”“He’s not random,” I said, then quickly added, “I mean… he was just someone I met by accident. Literally. He just stopped by. Gave Isabella a gift. That’s it.”“A gift?” Ava repeated. “On the first visit?”I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “It wa
The office was quiet in a way that felt unnatural.The kind of quiet that pressed against your ears until your own thoughts became too loud.I sat behind my desk, staring at the photo frame I hadn’t moved since the day Lena placed it there herself. Me. Her. Isabella standing proudly between us. Benjamin and Nataniel in my arms, their tiny faces scrunched like the world was already too much.A perfect lie, frozen in glass.My thumb traced the edge of the frame without realizing it. I should have been reviewing contracts, checking numbers, dealing with the fire Amelia had lit under my company. Instead, I was stuck here, staring at the proof of everything I was about to lose.I had promised Lena the world.I had promised her safety, honesty, loyalty. I had promised that no matter how ugly my past was, it would never touch her future.And yet here I was.Failing her in every way that mattered.I exhaled slowly and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my face with both hands. The company could
LENA Billy arrived a few minutes later. I knew it was him before I even reached the door. My heart had been counting the seconds since that knock, beating too fast for something I kept insisting was harmless. I smoothed my hair with my palm, took a breath, and opened the door. He stood there holding a small paper bag, looking slightly unsure of himself, like someone who had rehearsed a dozen polite versions of this moment and still didn’t know which one to use. “Hi,” he said, smiling softly. “Hi,” I replied, stepping aside. “Come in.” Before I could say anything else, small footsteps padded across the floor behind me. Isabella appeared at my side, peeking around my leg with wide, curious eyes. Usually she clung to me when strangers were around, her fingers tight in my clothes, her body half-hidden. But this time, she didn’t retreat. She looked up at Billy instead. Billy noticed her instantly. His expression changed, brightening in a way that felt natural, not forced. “Hello
LENAI stared at the screen longer than I should have.Billy.Just his name. No picture. No history. No weight compared to everything else in my life. And yet my thumb hovered over it like it was something dangerous. Like pressing it would tilt the ground beneath my feet.I shouldn’t have been thinking about him.I knew that.I had a husband—whether he was here or not, whether he was mine or not anymore, I didn’t even know. I had children asleep in their rooms. I had Ava, who had held me together more times than I could count. I didn’t need anyone else.And yet.Billy’s last words echoed in my head from that morning. The way he’d said my name gently. The way he hadn’t pushed. The way he’d stepped back without making me feel small for it.If you ever need anything, just call.I told myself I was just lonely.That this wasn’t about him. It was about the silence Roman left behind. The way my house felt too big at night. The way my chest felt heavy even when I was sitting still.I told my







