Mag-log in(Anna's POV)I had to admit that the burgundy gown was absolutely breathtaking.The designer had outdone herself in the making of the gown.It flowed perfectly and shined whenever I moved. The neckline was elegant without showing too much. It fitted my body perfectly before flowing down beautifully to the floor.My hair rested in soft curls over one shoulder, while simple diamond earrings completed the look.I stood in front of the full-length mirror and almost didn't recognize myself.Not because I looked bad, but because I looked like absolutely fabulous.For years, I had only been someone people admired from a distance. Tonight, I looked like someone who had been dressed with care and purpose.The fabric hugged my body gracefully before flowing elegantly to the floor. "You look stunning, Mrs. Anderson," the stylist said with a satisfied smile.I forced a smile in return."Thank you."Outside the bedroom, I heard Richard calling my name."Anna? Are you ready?""I'm coming."I took
(Anna's POV)I had never realized jealousy could hurt this much.It wasn't just an emotion.It was a slow fire, burning quietly inside my chest while I stood there pretending everything was perfectly fine.I gripped the edge of the platform I was standing on, trying with everything in me to keep my expression neutral while watching Claire.Alex was doing this on purpose. I knew it.I could see it in the slight curve of his mouth, the way his eyes kept flicking toward me to gauge my reaction.He was trying to make me jealous, pushing me into doing something crazy.And the worst part...It was working.I forced a smile onto my face.Don't react.Don't let him win.That was what I kept telling myself.Claire, on the other hand, seemed completely unaware of the invisible battle taking place around her.She smiled warmly at me."Are you excited about the gala?" she asked, from across the platform where she was being fitted while the assistant continued adjusting fabric against her shoulders
(Alex's POV)I drove another few minutes away from the condo before my vision blurred.I couldn't do it anymore.I pulled the car over to the side of the quiet road and switched off the engine.My hands were shaking as I held the steering wheel. My chest felt so tight that it was hard to breathe.I closed my eyes.Why did this have to hurt so much?I had to drive off immediately because I couldn't stand to see her cry.Every instinct inside me was screaming at me to go back to her and comfort her. And tell her that I felt worse than she did because of our situation and that everything will be alright.But I couldn't.If I gave in now nothing would ever change.I leaned my forehead against the steering wheel and let out a long, shaky breath."I hate this..." I whispered to myself. "I hate this so much."These past few days has been hell for me.She had called everyday a dozen times.I never answered.Not even once.I let every call go to voicemail and ignored every message. Every sing
(Anna's POV)I pressed redial for what had to be the hundredth time, listening to the same hollow ringing before it inevitably clicked over to voicemail.*You've reached Alexander Anderson. Please leave a message.*I didn't leave one. There wasn't anything left to say that I hadn't already said in the previous ninety-nine attempts.I set my phone down on the table and pressed my brows in frustration.It has been three days since we returned from Maldives, and Alex had completely shut me out.Every message I sent remained unread. Voicemails upon voicemails.He didn't take any of my calls and didn't call back either.I had driven to the condo twice, hoping that seeing me in person would make him soften his heart and hear me out.But both times he had refused to open the door and allowed me to knock until I was tired and left.I'd never seen him this angry before.He was determined to shut me out completely.I leaned back against the garden chair on our balcony, staring blankly at the f
(Isabella's POV)I couldn't breathe.I stood rooted to the floor, staring at Michael's motionless body."Michael?" My voice came out as barely a whisper.He still didn't move."Michael," I said again, louder this time, panic finally breaking through the shock.I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands shaking as I reached for his shoulder, shook him gently and then harder.Still nothing.I pressed my ears to his heart to hear a heartbeat or a pulse, any sign that this hadn't actually happened, that I hadn't actually killed him.But there was nothing.He was really dead.I slowly sank onto my knees.My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't even feel my fingers anymore."No..."The word barely left my lips."No... no... no..."This wasn't supposed to happen."It was an accident..." I whispered it over and over again. "It was an accident..."Tears blurred my vision.I hadn't meant for this to happen. He'd grabbed me, and tried choking me. He was going to kill me.I had to do some
(Isabella's POV)The moment I pushed the apartment door open, the smell hit me.It was so strong that I immediately covered my nose with the back of my hand."What on earth..."I stood frozen at the door with my suitcase in my hand and just looked around.The living room was a complete mess.Empty bottles were everywhere. Some were on the coffee table, some on the floor, and one was even sitting on the arm of my expensive sofa like it could fall at any moment.Pizza boxes were stacked on top of one another.Half-eaten food sat on the center table with flies buzzing around it.Dirty clothes were scattered everywhere.The curtains were drawn shut, making the apartment gloomy despite the bright afternoon outside.The air was heavy with the smell of alcohol, stale food and cigarettes.The beautiful throw blanket I carefully bought to match my living room now had a dark stain on it. I didn't even want to know what caused it.For a long moment, I couldn't believe this was the same apartment
(Richard's POV)I put my phone down after ending the call with Anna, and the guilt hit me like something heavy falling on my chest.I stared at my phone for a long moment, my hands trembling slightly.I leaned back against the leather seat in the hotel lobby and dragged a hand down my face.While m
(Isabella’s POV)The music was blasting very loudly.I could feel the heavy beats in my chest as I danced in the VIP area of Eclipse, one of the most expensive clubs in Beverly Hills.This was where I needed to be.Where I felt belonged.Not sitting in Anna’s house, acting like a poor, grateful gue
(Isabella’s POV)I had come up to Anna's room to check up on her.Or more like spy on her.I was surprised to see her husband back so soon and realized he had flown all the way from Dubai back home as soon as he heard Anna was in accident.I couldn't believe it.She was being treated like she would
(Richard’s POV)I quietly closed Anna’s door and stood in the hallway for a moment, trying to understand what just happened.She was not as happy as I expected.I thought that she would be over the moon when she sees the honeymoon vacation tickets.But instead, she looked confused. She was hesitan







