Mag-log inGraham’s Point Of ViewThe air in my home office was thick, suffocating, like the walls were closing in on me. I’d been locked in here for days, the blinds drawn, the lights dimmed, the only sound the hum of my computer and the relentless tick, tick, tick of the clock on the wall. It felt like time had stopped. Like the world had frozen. Like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.Elena left me.The words echoed in my skull, a relentless, pounding rhythm that matched the pulse in my temples. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t. She was mine. She’d always been mine. From the moment I’d first seen her, all fire and defiance, to the day I’d slipped a ring on her finger, to every damn second in between, she was mine.And now?Now she was gone.I stared at the divorce papers on my desk, the stark white of the envelope glaring up at me like a challenge. Like a betrayal. My fingers twitched, my jaw clenched so tight I could feel the strain in my teeth. I reached for them, my han
Elena’s Point’s Of ViewThe office was quiet now, the hum of the city outside muted by the thick glass windows, the only sound the scratch of my pen against paper as I signed the last of the documents. My hand ached, my back screamed in protest, but there was a strange, satisfying burn in my muscles… the kind that came from doing something, from building something, from proving to myself that I was still standing."Jeezzz, this is hell," I muttered under my breath, stretching my fingers before flipping to the next page. "But a good hell.”The words were a mantra, a reminder that this was what I’d fought for. The late nights, the endless paperwork, the weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders. It was exhausting. It was mine.I bent over the table, my blazer draped over the back of my chair, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows. The lamplight cast long shadows across the desk, the glow warm against my skin as I scrawled my signature with practiced precision. Each stroke of th
Elena’s Point Of ViewLexy leaned back in her chair, her dark eyes studying me with that mix of concern and mischief that only she could pull off. The office was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, the city outside buzzing with life, but in here, it was just us… two friends, a lifetime of history, and a conversation that felt like it could stretch on forever."I hope you finally find the answers to all the questions swirling in that beautiful, chaotic brain of yours," she said, her voice warm but edged with that sharpness I loved. "And if Jaxx ever hurts you again?" She leaned forward, her grin turning wicked. "I’ll be here to crush his balls. Literally."I burst out laughing, shaking my head. "Oh my God, Lex! You’ll never change.""Damn right, I won’t," she shot back, her smirk unrepentant. "Someone’s gotta be the ruthless one in this friendship. And let’s be real, babe, it sure as hell isn’t you."I rolled my eyes, but I was still grinning. "You’re insufferable.""And
Elena’s Point Of ViewLexy didn’t wait for me to gather my thoughts. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small, velvet box, tossing it onto my desk with a clink."What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it warily."Open it," she said, her grin turning wicked.I flipped open the box. Inside was a silver necklace, delicate and elegant, with a pendant shaped like a middle finger.I burst out laughing. "Lexy! What the hell?""It’s a gift," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "For when you finally tell Graham to fuck off to his face. Wear it with pride, Elena. You’ve earned it."I shook my head, but I couldn’t stop laughing. "You’re unhinged.""And you’re welcome," she shot back, leaning back in her chair. "Now. Talk. Or do I have to start guessing? Because I will, and you know my guesses are never kind."I groaned, rubbing my temples. "You’re exhausting.""And you’re stalling," she countered, her smile sharp. "Out with it, sister. What did that waste of oxygen do now?"I
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe moment I stepped through the doors of my company, a wave of familiarity washed over me. The sleek, modern lobby, the polished wood and leather, the quiet hum of activity, it was exactly as I’d left it, yet somehow, it felt different. I felt different.Every employee I passed greeted me with respect, their smiles genuine, their eyes bright with welcome. "Ms. Elena, welcome back," my marketing director said, her voice warm. "We’ve missed you.""Thank you, Sarah," I replied, my voice steady, my confidence growing with every step. "It’s good to be back."The elevator ride to my floor was quick, the doors sliding open to reveal the familiar layout of my office space. The scent of leather and polished wood wrapped around me like an old friend, the soft lighting casting a glow over the desks, the computers, the framed awards on the walls. This was my domain. My kingdom. And I was ready to reclaim it.Clara, my assistant, was already at her desk when I pushed open th
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe morning sun spilled through the windows, golden and warm, painting the apartment in hues of amber and rose. I stretched, my body aching from the emotional storm of the night before, but my heart felt lighter than it had in years. The couch cushions were still rumpled from where Heather and Dave had slept… Heather curled up on one end, Dave sprawled out on the other like a starfish, hogging the blankets. I smiled at the memory of their snores… Heather’s soft and rhythmic, Dave’s loud enough to wake the dead.I tiptoed to the kitchen, the hardwood floor cool beneath my bare feet. The coffee maker gurgled to life, the scent of fresh brew filling the air, mixing with the faint traces of last night’s laughter and tears. I leaned against the counter, watching the steam rise from my mug, my mind drifting to the way Heather had held my hand like a lifeline, the way Dave had promised to remove a ball from Graham if he ever saw him again.A snort escaped me.Only my s







