LOGINLENA 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
I heard the click of heels before I saw her.Vivian stood by the window, phone still pressed to her ear, posture perfect as always, like she was posing for a magazine instead of standing in a house that felt more like a cage with every passing hour. The moment she ended the call, her lips curved upward slowly.That smile.I knew it too well.“Who were you talking to?” I asked, my voice rough from a night without sleep.She turned, eyes glinting with something sharp and satisfied. “Does it matter?”“Yes,” I said flatly. “It does.”Vivian walked toward me instead of answering. Her movements were deliberate, calculated. She lifted her hand and brushed it against my chest like it belonged there, like she had the right.Then she leaned in and kissed me.I stepped back instantly.“Don’t,” I snapped. “Stay within your limits.”Her lips curved higher, amused rather than offended. “Limits?” she echoed. “Roman, if you’re going to stay in my house, you should remember who you’re dealing with.”“
LENAFor almost a week, I learned how to pretend.I smiled when Isabella talked about her dream. I laughed when Benjamin and Nataniel made a mess during breakfast. I tucked them in at night like nothing in the world was broken. Like their father hadn’t walked out and stayed gone. Like my heart wasn’t slowly tearing itself apart every single hour.I became good at pretending.Too good.But there was one person I couldn’t lie to. One person who saw straight through the fake smiles and forced laughter.Ava.The moment she stepped into the house each morning, she knew. She didn’t even need to ask. She could tell by the way I moved slower, by how I stared at nothing a little too long, by how my hands shook when I poured coffee.“You don’t have to be strong with me,” she told me one afternoon as we sat at the kitchen table while the kids played in the living room.I stared into my cup, watching the steam rise. “If I stop being strong, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand up again.”Ava rea
LENAI never imagined things would fall apart like this. If someone had told me years ago that Roman and I would end up shouting, accusing, ripping each other open like this… I would’ve laughed in their face. No, not Roman. Not the man who used to look at me like I was his entire damn world. Not the man who promised he’d never be like the others.But life has a funny way of humiliating people who naively believe in love.I used to think loyalty was Roman’s strongest trait. I used to think he wasn’t like those men who cheated just because they could. I used to think, no matter how messy we were, no matter how imperfect our path was, at least his loyalty was something I never had to question.Turns out, that was exactly the thing I should’ve questioned from the start.My trust in him had been built on illusions. Carefully arranged, beautifully spoken illusions that he fed me like bedtime stories. Fairy tales. Promises. Sweet lies wrapped in the same voice that once made me think I was s
I shouldn’t have driven. My hands were shaking so badly on the steering wheel, I could barely see straight. Rage twisted behind my ribs like a blade. I kept hearing Lena’s voice, the way she looked at me like I was a stranger in my own home… like I was someone unrecognizable, someone she couldn’t trust.And maybe she was right.But right now?Right now I needed answers.Vivian’s answers.I parked crookedly in front of her house and jumped out before the engine even fully stopped. My chest burned with every step up to her front door. I didn’t knock. I shoved it open.Vivian was inside, leaning on the table with a cup of tea, like she’d been expecting me.“Finally,” she said coldly. “The mighty Roman decides to show his face.”I slammed the door shut behind me. “What the hell did you say to Lena?”She lifted one eyebrow. Calm. Too calm. The calm people get when they know they’ve already detonated the bomb and just want to watch the smoke rise.“What I should’ve told her years ago,” she







