LOGINChapter 92Alex's povShe was unlike anyone I had ever known.And now she knew my truth. She knew who I really was. She knew the extent of my wealth. She knew the things I had hidden from everyone else. And somehow, she hadn't treated me differently. That was what mattered. Serena knew the real me. And I trusted her.That trust hadn't appeared overnight. It had been building for years without either of us acknowledging it. Now it was simply impossible to ignore.I reached for my phone. There was a message waiting. My people had sent an update.The documents were almost ready. I opened the message and read through the details. Everything was moving. Quietly. Exactly as I wanted. Adrian wouldn't understand what was happening at first. That was the point. I didn't want one dramatic blow. I wanted him to feel his life becoming unstable piece by piece.The first document would reach him the following day. After that, things would begin to unravel. Business complications. Financial pressure
Chapter 91Alex's povI couldn't do anything. What could I have done? Walked over and told her that I had been thinking about her for months? Told her that I had fallen in love with a woman who barely knew me? Told my cousin to step aside because I wanted her?No.I had too much pride for that. So I watched. I watched them get married. I watched Serena become someone else's wife. And eventually, I accepted that perhaps I had simply missed my chance.Then Vanessa came into my life. Serena's cousin. That was the part that made it easier. Or at least, that was what I told myself. I thought that perhaps being close to Vanessa would somehow allow me to remain close to Serena.It was pathetic. I knew it now. Every time Serena visited Vanessa, I would find reasons to stay around. Every time I heard that Serena was coming, I would suddenly have nowhere else to be. And whenever she walked through the door, I would hide everything. I hid the way my eyes followed her. I hid the way my mood chang
Chapter 90Alex’s povBy the time I returned home that morning, the sky was already beginning to brighten.I sat behind the wheel for several seconds after the gates opened, watching the familiar shape of my house appear through the windshield. The house had once felt like a place I belonged to. A place I had built around Vanessa because I genuinely believed I was building a life with the woman I loved.Now, it felt different. Perhaps the house itself had not changed. Perhaps I had.I switched off the engine and remained in the driver's seat, my hands resting loosely against the steering wheel. The quiet inside the car gave me something I had not had in a long time: the freedom to admit the truth to myself without pretending.I was tired. Not physically. But emotionally. Tired of Vanessa. Tired of the lies. Tired of being manipulated. Tired of pretending that I didn't know what kind of marriage I had been living in. And, most of all, tired of being the man who kept forgiving everythin
Chapter 89“Okay.”I didn't push.There was no need.The fear in her eyes was already enough.She closed her eyes again.I looked at the doctor.She was watching me.I gave her a small nod.She understood.She prepared the medication she had brought with her.Nothing dramatic.Nothing that would raise suspicion.Just enough to help Vanessa rest.I leaned toward Vanessa.“Nessa.”She opened her eyes slightly.“You need to sleep.”“I don't want to.”“You need the rest.”She looked frightened again.“Will he come back?”“No.”I answered without hesitation.“I won't let him.”Her breathing slowly settled.“Promise?”“I promise.”She closed her eyes.The doctor administered the medication discreetly.Within a short time, Vanessa's body relaxed.Her breathing became slower.Her fingers loosened their grip on the blanket.She was asleep.I waited.I watched her for several seconds.Then I reached for my phone.The doctor knew what was coming.I stepped toward the window and lowered my voice.
Chapter 88Then Vanessa moved.Her fingers twitched.The doctor noticed immediately.“She's waking up.”I leaned closer.Vanessa's breathing changed.Her eyebrows pulled together.Her head moved slightly against the pillow.Then her eyelids fluttered.Once.Twice.Slowly, her eyes opened.At first, there was nothing behind them.Only confusion.She stared at the ceiling.Her breathing quickened.Her eyes moved around the room.The curtains.The wardrobe.The bedside table.The familiar painting.Her gaze finally landed on me.She froze.I watched recognition enter her eyes.First confusion.Then fear.Then disbelief.She looked around again.The guest room.Of course she recognized it.She had spent enough nights here.Sometimes when she came to visit me.Sometimes when she had conveniently stayed late.And sometimes when she and Adrian had needed a place where they believed nobody would disturb them.Her lips parted.“Serena...”Her voice was barely audible.I immediately softened my
Chapter 87The same room where she had probably felt comfortable enough to believe she was untouchable.The same room where she had once laughed and whispered while I remained completely unaware.Now she was lying on that same bed, injured and terrified.Life had a strange sense of humor.Adrian lowered her onto the mattress carefully.“Easy,” he murmured.Vanessa didn't respond.I moved toward the bedside.“Put her there.”Adrian looked at me.“She's breathing.”“I know.”He stared at me for a second, then nodded.He rushed out of the room.A moment later, I heard the cabinet downstairs open.Then footsteps.He returned carrying the first-aid box.I watched him kneel beside the bed.He opened it and began searching through the contents.“I'm going to clean some of these wounds,” he said.“You don't have to.”“I know.”His voice was sharper than necessary.He was nervous.That was obvious.He picked up some supplies and carefully began tending to the visible injuries.I sat on the oth







