LOGINEthan’s POVI woke up with a headache that felt like it had been welded into my skull. I didn’t even bother checking my phone. I didn’t bother looking toward Aaron’s side of the house. I just threw on clothes, grabbed my keys, and got the hell out.I wasn’t in the mood for staying at home.Not with the wedding tomorrow.Not with the weight of everything pressing behind my ribs like a ticking bomb.I was going to enjoy whatever tiny sliver of freedom I had left. If I stayed in that house, I’d suffocate. Between Aaron’s silence, Benson’s demands, and my own thoughts clawing at me, I needed space.The wedding was tomorrow. Tomorrow. Everything was going to unfold so fast I wouldn’t even know where to put my feet. One day I was a normal guy with a normal job, and the next, I was legally married to a billionaire—at least in the eyes of a legal practitioner. And for some reason Benson still needed more. More proof. More show. More control.A complete wedding event.For an already existing
Aaron’s POVI stared at my phone screen once more.The text sat there, bold and sharp, the blinking pointer burning into my retinas like it knew my entire life was about to change.I’m so sorry, Zoey, but there’s been a lot of personal issues resulting in the cancellation of the wedding.My thumb hovered over the send button.I should send this.I really should.But my body felt frozen, like my bones had turned into ice and someone had locked me inside myself. Every time I swallowed, it felt like I was swallowing glass.Something about the way Ethan walked back into the house tonight—quiet, exhausted, still gentle—made everything in me collapse. He looked after my mom. He made sure she was okay. He came home even though he was scared and anxious. He was still trying.My chest burned.He didn't deserve what I had been doing to him.He didn’t deserve the silence, the secrets, or the way I kept pushing the truth further down like it was some rotting thing I could bury.It was unfair—unfa
Ethan's POVI took a deep breath as I packed the last of my things, forcing my hands not to shake. I had been prolonging going back to Aaron for an hour and thirty whole minutes. Pathetic. I kept pacing around the office like some stranded cat, picking up one item, then putting it down, then staring at the wall like it held an answer.I didn’t even know what I was scared.Or maybe I did.Maybe I just didn’t want to say it out loud.I guess it was the unknown—everything between Aaron and me still felt like a thin wire I kept balancing on. And with Connor suddenly showing up, shaking everything inside me, I hadn’t fully recovered from it. His presence had awakened this old version of me—the one who hated disappointing his family, the one who still cared too much what they thought.I finally pulled the zipper on my bag shut and made myself stand. My legs were rigid, as if opposing me somehow. I grasped my keys, swallowing hard.It was almost like heading toward something vaguely hazardou
ETHAN’S POVI hadn’t gone to work yesterday. Not that I could have; I’d barely gotten a full night’s sleep after Connor and I had tangled through his entire date debrief. But this morning… today was different. I had to get back to the office. There were deadlines, emails, files piling up—more than enough to remind me that life didn’t pause just because my family drama had gone off the rails.Connor, meanwhile, was leaving for Texas. Finally. God, I hated it already. Even though I teased him constantly, even though I rolled my eyes at his over-the-top behavior, I realized—I genuinely missed him.I drove him to the airport, the early morning sun spilling over the tarmac. Connor had a backpack slung over his shoulder, his hair mussed from sleeping in, and that grin that made me want to strangle him and hug him at the same time.“Ethan,” he began before I could even say anything. “You’ve got to come home for Christmas this year. I don’t care what excuse you give. Mum and Dad keep asking.
ETHAN’S POVConnor had talked for the last thirty minutes.ThirtyStraight.Minutes.Not normal talking, either.Brother talking.Which meant he was practically vibrating beside me on the bed, hands flying everywhere, voice bouncing off the walls like an excited golden retriever.“I’m telling you, Ethan, it was—oh my God—amazing. The garden lights? Ethereal. The air? Crisp. Her laugh? Probably created by angels. Dude, she’s—she’s incredible. I mean, truly, genuinely, magnificently—”“I understand,” I mumbled into the pillow. “The date was wonderful.”“No, no, no,” Connor slapped my shoulder and sat up straighter. “You don’t get it. You think you get it, but you don’t. I haven’t even told you the best part—the part where she looked at me with those eyes. Those—those—”“Here we go,” I groaned.“—those absolutely gorgeous, sparkling eyes that look like they hold entire universes inside them. I swear, Ethan, if not for the fact that I’m a shameless love-aholic, I would’ve proposed right t
AARON’S POVMy phone buzzed on the table. I assumed it would be another message from Zoey asking for my approval on another overpriced napkin,but to my surprise it was Ethan.He hadn't reached out since he left, and the text was quite simple and plain Ethan; “Connor might leave today, so I'll be home latest tomorrow”Which meant that, assuming everything went right, assuming nothing pulled him behind, he would probably be home tomorrow. My hands hovered thinking of a reply, but what do you say after you made someone cry in the parking lot ?Tomorrow, he'd be home.The thought managed to loosen my chest, but only a little. Because the rest of it-the weight that had been glued to my ribs these past four days-remained, I tried to ignore the light up feeling I got at the sound of Ethan calling this place his home.And he had been silent for four days.Four days of silence, excluding the single text Ethan just sent me. Four days of replaying every moment, every threat, every mistake. Fo







