LOGINALIRA'S POV The morning felt heavier than usual, like the air itself carried secrets I wasn’t ready to face. I tried to stick to my normal routine..cleaning the kitchen, sorting some documents, preparing tea but even the clinking of the spoon against the cup irritated me. My mind kept drifting back to Liam, to his arms around me, to the intensity in his eyes when he promised to help me.I hated how much comfort I found in him.I hated how natural it felt.I hated… the way my heart seemed to lean toward him without my permission.I shook the thought away and focused on wiping the counter when a sharp, familiar knock echoed through the house.Not again.For a moment, I considered pretending not to be home, but I already knew who it was and avoiding him would only make things worse. With a slow breath, I walked to the door and opened it.Alec stood there, smiling like a man who had accomplished something significant. His shirt was wrinkled, he looked tired, but his eyes carried that
LIAM'S POV The house felt too quiet.Too still.Too full of Alira.After she walked out earlier…eyes red, voice shaking, body trembling from betrayal I had stayed frozen in the middle of the living room long after the door closed behind her.Her scent still lingered on my shirt.Her sobs still echoed in my head.My hands still remembered the way she clung to me like I was the only person keeping her upright.And now…Now I was left with the impossible favor she had asked of me.Give Alec money.Money he’d use to marry her.Every part of me rejected it.My chest tightened every time I imagined handing him a single naira that would push him further into Alira’s life.But then…I remembered her the tone of her voice....broken, trembling, destroyed and her voice when she whispered:“I want him to see exactly what he lost. I want him to feel the regret burn him alive…I want Betsy to choke on it every time she looks at me.”She had never sounded so sure of anything in her life.So I sat th
ALIRA'S POV The rain had slowed by the time I left Liam’s house, turning into a soft mist that clung to my skin. The walk back home felt longer than usual, every step heavy with everything that had happened in the past few hours. Liam’s confession… Alec’s audacity… Betsy’s betrayal… and now, the first true crack in the game.I didn’t feel hurt.I didn’t feel heartbroken.I felt focused.Which was far more dangerous.The moment I reached my apartment, I shut the door behind me and leaned back against it, letting out a long, steady breath. The quiet in the house felt different like it was holding its breath with me, waiting for the storm I was about to unleash.I pulled my phone from my bag and dialed Alec.It rang once.Twice.On the third ring, he picked up.“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, sounding annoyingly relaxed. “Everything okay?” he asked as I smiled.“Alec, where are you?” I asked, my tone soft, sweet..exactly how he liked it.“Oh, uh…I’m on a business trip,” he said quickly….
ALIRA'S POV The silence after Liam’s confession pressed against my chest like a weight and the funniest part of everything was that he wouldn’t even look at me.“I almost committed murder,” he’d said.For a long moment, I simply watched him…his tense shoulders, the tremor he tried to hide in his hands, the shame tightening his jaw. He expected me to panic or to pull away or to even gasp.But something inside me stayed calm.Because I already knew the kind of man Alec was.If Alec was involved in this story, then the truth was already crooked.I took a slow breath. “Liam,” I said quietly, “tell me everything…Properly.”His head lifted slightly, as if he wasn’t expecting that. His eyes searched my face, checking for fear…but there was none.He exhaled shakily and sat down. I followed, keeping a safe distance, but close enough for him to feel listened to.“It was… about three years ago,” he began. “A guy I trusted. A friend, actually. His name was Marco…we invested in something toge
LIAM'S POVThe knock came again this time around and it was sharper, impatient, louder this time.Alira’s eyes widened.“Hide.” I whispered urgently.“Liam….”“Now, Alira!”She hesitated for a heartbeat before rushing into the hallway. I waited until I heard the quiet click of the guest room door before exhaling and forcing myself to look calm.I straightened my shirt, ran a hand through my hair, and opened the door.And there he was.Alec.He looked different…different in a sense that he looked angry, restless, his suit slightly wrinkled like he hadn’t slept all night. Rain clung to his shoulders, and his expression screamed frustration.“Liam,” he said, brushing past me before I could respond. “We need to talk.”I shut the door slowly, watching him pace around my living room. His eyes darted across the place, assessing everything, restless like a man searching for something.“What brings you here at this hour?” I asked coolly.He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s Alira,” he sa
ALIRA'S POV The soft hum of the rain was the first thing I heard when I woke up.It wasn’t violent anymore, just quiet, steady, like the world was trying to wash away what happened last night.But nothing could.Not the storm, not the sunrise, not even time.I blinked, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before I dared to move. My body felt heavy, like every nerve remembered what it shouldn’t.The faint scent of Liam lingered in the air soap, cedar, and something darker.My fingers clenched the sheet.The images from last night came rushing back in flashes…the rain, his hands, the way he said my name like it was both a question and a promise.And then his words…“That’s the problem, Alira. I do.”My heart ached just remembering it.I sat up slowly.The towel he had wrapped around me lay crumpled on the floor. My dress was still damp… hung neatly on the chair across the room. Liam must have done that…He always did things quietly, like he didn’t want to admit he cared.I looked







