Mag-log inKATE'S POVI knew that voice before the door slammed.Twenty-eight years of it. Through thin walls, across kitchen tables, down a phone line at two in the morning asking for money. I let go of the chair and was in the hallway before Leon could stop me."Kate!"He was halfway up the front steps. Jared Adams, in the same creased jacket from the park, except one sleeve was torn at the shoulder and there was blood dried along his hairline. His left eye had swollen almost shut."Kate, thank God. Kate, listen.""What happened to your face?""Doesn't matter. Listen to me.""It matters." I kept my voice low. Behind me I heard Leon's steps, then Daniel's, slower. "Who did that?"He laughed, a cracked little sound. "Who do you think? Same people as always. Bigger numbers though." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I went back to that game, Kate. I know what you said. I was going to win it back, just once, and then stop, I swear to you.""You told Fiona you had a buyer for the story.
KATE'S POVI knew that voice before the door slammed.Twenty-eight years of it. Through thin walls, across kitchen tables, down a phone line at two in the morning asking for money. I let go of the chair and was in the hallway before Leon could stop me."Kate!"He was halfway up the front steps. Jared Adams, in the same creased jacket from the park, except one sleeve was torn at the shoulder and there was blood dried along his hairline. His left eye had swollen almost shut."Kate, thank God. Kate, listen.""What happened to your face?""Doesn't matter. Listen to me.""It matters." I kept my voice low. Behind me I heard Leon's steps, then Daniel's, slower. "Who did that?"He laughed, a cracked little sound. "Who do you think? Same people as always. Bigger numbers though." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I went back to that game, Kate. I know what you said. I was going to win it back, just once, and then stop, I swear to you.""You told Fiona you had a buyer for the story.
KATE'S POVI ran longer than I meant to.Some mornings the path just kept going and I let it. The park loop first, then the street behind it, then a stretch past the old bakery that I hadn't taken since I was nineteen. My legs knew it before I did. Funny how a body keeps a map.By the time I turned back toward the villa my chest was burning in the good way and my head was quiet. Properly quiet. I'd forgotten that was something running could do.The gates opened as I came up the drive.Leon's car was still in its place. Mine now, apparently, was the one he'd bought without discussing it, and we were not going to talk about that yet. I'd noticed. He knew I'd noticed. We were both pretending it was fine.I let myself in through the side door and stood in the hallway, hands on my knees, breathing.Voices.Not voices. One voice. Leon's, low, coming from the study. I couldn't make out words but I knew the tone. The careful one. The one he used when he was choosing each sentence before it le
LEON'S POVThree weeks.That was how long it took for the immediate noise to settle into something manageable.Not gone. These things didn't go. They just found their level, stopped being the loudest thing in every room, started existing alongside ordinary life rather than instead of it.Stefena's case was moving through the proper channels. Her lawyers were doing what lawyers did, which was slow everything down and construct the most defensible version of events from whatever material remained. Carter's statement was on record and couldn't be undone, which meant the defence had a specific shape to work around rather than an open field.It would take time. Everything took time.Justin had found an apartment in the city.Not the Romano estate, not anything connected to the family name. A quiet place on the east side that he'd found himself and paid for himself, which told me everything I needed to know about where his head was. He'd accepted the introduction to the family lawyer, the l
KATE'S POVWe went back to the villa that evening.Not dramatically. No conversation leading up to it, no decision announced. Leon just took the turning that led toward the private road and the gates opened the way they always did and we pulled into the driveway and got out.I stood for a moment looking at the building.It looked the same as it had the first night I'd arrived here in a wedding dress I hadn't chosen, in a marriage I hadn't agreed to, with a man I'd spent most of my life deciding I hated.Same villa. Everything else different.The kitchen window had been replaced while we were gone. Someone had arranged it quietly and efficiently, the way things in Leon's world got arranged, and you'd never know from looking at it that two nights ago someone had thrown a brick through it while we stood on the other side.I noticed it and said nothing.Leon noticed me noticing.Also said nothing.We went inside.The house had the specific quality of somewhere that had been empty for a da
LEON'S POVI read Justin's message twice.Then I put my phone in my pocket and stood on the bottom step of the Romano estate looking at the car waiting for us at the gate and thought about Carter Romano sitting somewhere in this city having made a statement last night that couldn't be taken back.Wanting to meet me.Kate was beside me. Not pushing. Not filling the silence with suggestions. Just present in the way she'd learned to be present, which was one of the things about her I'd stopped being able to imagine being without."You don't have to," she said."I know.""Not today. Not this week. Not on anyone else's timeline.""I know that too," I said.She waited.I looked at the gate. At the city beyond it. At the ordinary Saturday afternoon existing completely outside whatever was happening inside me."I want to," I said. "That's the strange part. After everything. After the letter and the bail and the medical records used as leverage." I paused. "I still want to sit across from him
KATELeon Romano never apologized.Not when he ignored me. Not when he humiliated me. And definitely not when he ruined the few things I had.To the world, I was Kate Adams, daughter of Jared and Fiona Adams.To Leon Romano, I was just Katie.And my parents?“Nanny.” “Driver.”I remember vividly t
KATE “What kind of bride ditches her wedding reception before the toast?”I sighed in frustration. “An unhappy bride.”To save face I returned my attention to the wardrobe, desperate to put something on, but not before I saw his mouth twitch at my statement.Where were my clothes? They were here b
KATEThe cathedral bells bellowed ceremoniously.The wedding was finally over. Then came the marriage. The actual marriage.Mrs Romano's smile was ice as she held up my bulk wedding dress, just for the cameras of course, so I could slide into the white limousine. I let out a deep breath I didn't
KATEMrs Romano’s eyes met mine.And just like that, I knew I wasn’t welcome.The verdict didn’t need words.It was in the way her gaze lingered a second too long. In the slight tightening of her lips. In the silence that followed.I lowered my eyes and took my seat.The dining table was too long.







