LOGINNoah looked surprised seeing me home that early. I lied that I had a running stomach and wanted to rest in my room before he could start asking too many questions.
After locking myself inside, I searched Alan Reed online. I already knew he was rich and powerful, so the business articles weren’t what interested me. What I wanted was information about the kind of man he actually was outside work.
But there was barely anything.
The more I searched, the more surprised I became because nobody had ever publicly linked him to any woman before. No leaked pictures, no relationship rumors, no messy headlines. It was strange considering how famous he was. Most of what I found were people online wondering who he would eventually end up marrying.
I dropped my phone on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time thinking about the offer.
This was the worst part about what Damien did to me. He ruined the way I looked at love. A few days ago, I would have called a marriage without love miserable. I wouldn’t even have considered it.
Now, it felt easier to accept than loving the wrong person again.
If I was being completely honest with myself, Damien wasn’t the only reason I was considering this. Noah was too.
Seeing him lying in that hospital bed scared me.
We already lost our parents to this same kind of life. Mom spent years overworking herself trying to keep food on the table until the stress and high blood pressure finally destroyed her health.
After she died, Dad pushed himself even harder because he didn’t know how else to take care of us. He barely managed his diabetes properly and kept working until his body eventually gave out too.
Now Noah was heading down that same road, working himself to exhaustion every day while pretending he was fine just because of bills and student loans.
I knew how badly he wanted a better life. Noah had always been the smart one between us. The one who actually made it to college while I stayed behind taking whatever jobs I could find.
I wasn’t going to let money and stress take him away from me too.
I was tired of struggling all the time, tired of constantly worrying about bills, and tired of people like Damien making me feel small because I didn’t come from their world.
After what happened at the restaurant, I already knew my manager was going to make work difficult for me after embarrassing one of their rich customers.
With Alan, at least I knew exactly what I was walking into. No fake promises. No pretending to love me. No sweet words that would later turn into humiliation.
“If I say yes, what’s the worst that can happen that hasn’t already happened?” I murmured to myself.
Before I could change my mind, I grabbed the card Alan gave me and sent a short text saying I would do it.
He replied with his address and told me to come by nine in the morning.
I stared at the message for a long time.
“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself. “I was actually going to marry him.”
I avoided Noah for the rest of the evening because I knew the second he looked at me too carefully, he would know something was wrong. I didn’t want him talking me out of it. He would eventually find out, but preferably after I met Alan.
The next morning, I left the house before Noah woke up and waited inside a small coffee shop nearby until it was finally time to go.
When the cab stopped in front of the address Alan sent, I had to check my phone twice to make sure the driver had brought me to the right place.
One of the guards opened the gate after confirming my name. The walk from the gate to the main entrance alone took forever. By the time I finally reached the front door and rang the bell, my anxiety had already tripled.
A woman wearing a black uniform opened the door. “Good morning. Who are you here to see?”
“Alan Reed.”
“And your name?”
“Nora.”
Recognition crossed her face before she stepped aside. “Please come in.”
The inside of the house was just as overwhelming as the outside. The woman asked me to wait while she went to inform him I was here.
Left alone, I looked around the living room until my eyes landed on a large framed picture of a woman hanging on the wall.
Beautiful almost felt too small a word for her. She had this calm smile on her face that made the entire picture feel warm despite how quiet the house was.
I didn’t know why I kept staring at it the way I did. Maybe because it was the first thing inside that house that actually felt alive. Before I realized what I was doing, I had already stepped closer and lifted my hand toward the frame.
“Please don’t touch that.” The panicked voice startled me badly enough to make me jump.
I turned to find another woman standing behind me. Her eyes nervously moved toward the staircase before returning to me. “Mr. Reed doesn’t like people touching it.”
“It’s just a picture,” I muttered awkwardly, though I still stepped back.
The woman disappeared almost immediately after warning me.
Trying to keep my mind busy, I wandered farther into the living room until the piano near the window caught my attention.
The sight of it immediately reminded me of Dad. He used to teach Noah and me sometimes before life became too hard for things like that. Without thinking much about it, my fingers brushed lightly across the keys.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Alan’s voice made me go still. I looked back to find him standing there, the look in his eyes making it obvious he wasn’t happy about what I had just done.
I stepped away from the piano. “Sorry. I was just…”
He shut his eyes and took a slow breath before looking at me again. “Sit down. If we’re truly doing this, there are rules we need to discuss before you move in.”
Unpacking the suitcase I came back with, I found the vase and chuckled to myself. I carried it down the hall and knocked on Alan's door.The door pulled open right away, a small smile on his face."You don't have to knock anymore," he said. "You're free to come in whenever you want.""Okay."Then he added that if I wanted to move in, I could.The idea did not excite me. This had once been Amy's room. Sharing it with him felt wrong in a way I could not fully explain."I think I'll be alright in my own room. I'd rather we keep separate rooms for now."He nodded in quiet understanding.I held out the vase. "I came to give you this properly, like you asked.""Go ahead. It's yours to place." He gestured to the flower by the window. I bent down and swapped the old container for the new one, setting the flower gently inside it."Thank you," he said once I was done."Well, you paid for it.""For you.""It's yours now.""And they said not to give a gift away." The corner of his mouth lifted."
He came back with my camera, the flower vase he had bought me, and pasta from Italy. I started laughing immediately, telling him he said something."Correction," he said, smiling. "Many things."He explained he brought all of it in case I refused to give him a listening ear, he would still have a reason to hang around my location for three days straight. First the pasta, since he knew I would not resist it. Then the camera. Then the vase."How did you even get my camera?" I asked, still laughing."I went to your room to talk when I first got back, and noticed you were already gone. Closet cleared out. The camera was on the table, so I grabbed it on my way out. The vase too. As for the pasta, I stopped in Italy first before flying here.""Thank you. I do like it. All of it actually.”Then I told him the truth about the vase, that I originally wanted it because I was planning to give it to him, so he could use it for the flower in his room."Okay then, give it to me the way you meant to
Him mentioning Amy had me completely locked in. I had waited so long for the full story that I could not let it slip past me now."Give me a minute," I told him. "I need to let Cash know I'm leaving."He nodded. "I'll be outside."I found Cash in the crowd and leaned close to his ear so he could hear me over the music. "Alan is here. I'm leaving with him to talk."He looked around, scanning the room. "He's here? Where?""Outside.""You want me to come with you?""It's fine." I shook my head. "Stay and enjoy your night."Alan was waiting by a black car when I stepped out. He opened the door for me, and the driver pulled off once we were both inside."Where are we going?""My hotel."I nodded, and the car went quiet. After a while, I asked how he even knew I was in Sweden."Noah.""And the exact city? My location?""You showed up in one of Cash's game posts. Tonight, too, on his socials."We arrived at his hotel, and he led me up to his room. It was nothing like the hotel Cash had booke
After that night, I decided I would just take whatever came next. Maybe love was not written in my stars at all. First Damien, and now I was begging Alan to love me.I waited for the papers to arrive so I could move on with my life.They never came.One day turned into another, and another into another after that. I heard nothing from Alan. He was hardly home, and I made myself a promise not to be the one to call and ask what was taking so long.It was not until I was hanging out with Lory one evening, and she asked if I knew when Alan was coming back, that I found out he had left the country the day before.I covered that up and told her probably when he was done sorting things out. Anyone finding out about the divorce was not on the agenda until it was official.Gradually, I had already started packing my things. A part of me felt it would happen once he returned from the trip.I threw myself into blogging, which had become a near-daily habit whenever I was not at work. My energy at
Alan shook his head. "No, Nora. You cannot love me. You are not allowed to."He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling hard. "I made the terms clear from the start. The contract—""I remember what the contract stated." I got to my feet, cutting him off, walking closer until there was barely any space left between us. "I thought we had moved past the contract."Since the truth was already out, I let the rest of it follow."With everything happening between us, do you honestly still think we are following the rules? I could not help falling for you. God knows I tried not to. But you did not exactly make it easy either."I grabbed his arms. "I am done lying to myself. I do not see this marriage as a contract anymore, and I want to keep being your wife."He yanked his arm free. "You do not understand. I cannot be your husband in that way.""I will speak to my lawyer." His voice came out flat, distant. "I am sorry, but we have to annul the marriage."He turned to leave but I held his hand.
"I'm coming," Alan told her, and ended the call.He stared at the ceiling before finally getting out of bed, moving to his closet, pulling on the first thing his hands landed on.Before he left, he paused at the door. "Wait for me here."I meant to. I really did, right up until five minutes stretched into ten, and Lory's voice would not stop looping in my head. *How exactly is Jacky still holding this much power over him when you're the one in his bed.*Given everything happening between us lately, I wanted to believe Alan cared about me, at least a little. Amy's picture came down because I voiced out it made me uncomfortable.Playing it safe the way Alan always instructed had never once gotten me anywhere. If anything, things only turned around in my favor whenever I did the opposite of what he asked of me."Fuck it," I muttered, getting out of bed, damning the consequences.I was married to this man, and until I knew the full story about Amy, I decided he deserved to live his life.







