ANMELDEN~SHARONAfter the call ended, I remained seated on the edge of the bed with the phone still pressed against my ear, even though the line had already gone dead.Those words would not stop circling in my head. I had always known James had taken something from me. He had taken my confidence, my peace, my freedom, and the part of me that still believed life could be kind. But hearing Sia say he might have stolen my songs too made the damage feel larger. It meant the loss had not only been emotional. It had been deliberate, planned, and profitable.I lowered the phone slowly and stared at the floor. This was James, the same man who smiled when I cried and locked me away while calling it love. Still, the thought struck me differently because music had once been the only place where I felt most like myself. Even after I stopped singing in public, I kept writing. I told myself it was enough to pour everything into words and melodies and let the world hear them through someone else if I had to
~SHARONAfter Xavier left the dining room, I remained seated for a while, staring into my tea long after it had stopped steaming.His words from breakfast stayed with me. I had asked him why he needed a wife so suddenly, and though he had not told me everything, he had told me enough to make one thing clear. I had not been the only desperate person in that marriage. He had needed something too.That should have made the whole thing feel colder, more like a deal and less like rescue, but strangely, it did not. It only made it feel more real.Even so, the house felt too quiet after he left, and quiet was dangerous for a person like me. Silence gave my thoughts too much room, and they always found James.I went upstairs slowly. When I entered the room, my phone was lying where I had left it.I had ignored too many calls.Sia.The name moved through me. She had come to James’s house when I was falling apart. She had seen enough to know I was not living in love but in fear.I picked up the
~XAVIERBy the time I stepped into my study, Joe was already there, waiting beside the desk with a tablet in one hand and a slim file in the other.He did not speak immediately, which was one of the reasons I trusted him. He had worked with me long enough to know when silence was more useful than questions.I crossed the room, loosened the knot of my tie, and set the untouched coffee cup I had carried from breakfast on the desk. Through the tall windows behind me, the city stretched wide and confident beneath the morning light, but my attention was no longer on the skyline or the meeting I was meant to prepare for.It was upstairs.On the woman sitting at my dining table with bruises she had not yet stopped trying to hide.“She ate a little,” Joe said at last.I looked up. “A little is better than nothing.”He gave a small nod. “She seems calmer than yesterday.”“She is not calm,” I said, pulling a file toward me without reading it. “She is trying.”Joe said nothing, but the silence b
~SHARONI woke up the next morning feeling as though I had barely slept.My body had rested, but my mind had stayed awake through most of the night. The room was still, the curtains were half drawn, and the morning light had already started warming the walls. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the footsteps I had heard outside my door.Xavier had not come in. He had not knocked or tried to comfort me. He had only paused there briefly, as though making sure I was all right before leaving me alone. That simple act should not have affected me so much, but it did. I was not used to care that did not come with a price.I sat up slowly and looked toward the door. It was still shut, still harmless, and still exactly where I had left it. No one had entered in the night. No one had turned it into a weapon. Even so, I felt unsettled. I did not want to get used to Xavier’s softness. I had trusted a man once already, and that mistake had nearly destroyed me.I wash
~SHARONAfter reading James’s message, I remained standing in the middle of the room, holding my phone so tightly that my fingers began to ache.You think a rich man can hide you from me?The words would not leave my head. It did not matter that I was in a guarded mansion or that Xavier had promised nobody would lay a hand on me. Fear had lived inside me too long, and it would not leave just because the walls around me had changed.I placed the phone on the table and forced myself to breathe slowly. The room was quiet and beautiful, but my body still felt as though danger could rise from anywhere. I looked at the breakfast tray Xavier had asked me to finish and hated that my appetite had vanished. I wanted to eat, but once James’s words found me again, it felt as though my stomach had closed itself.I picked up an apple from the tray and, without thinking, walked to the bedside table and slipped it into the drawer.I froze and stared at the drawer. Some part of me still believed food
~JAMESThe message showed as delivered, and that alone pleased me.I sat back on the sofa with my phone still in my hand, staring at the screen as though I could already picture Sharon reading the words and shaking exactly the way she always did whenever I reached for her. It did not matter where she had run to or whose name she was carrying now. Fear did not disappear in one night, and I knew that better than anyone.A rich man could buy her a room, fine clothes, and all the food in the world, but none of that would change what I had put inside her. Sharon was too used to me. Too trained by me. Too broken by me. She would act strong for a while, but that kind of courage never lasted.At least, that was what I had believed when I woke up that morning.The belief did not survive long.I was still in the living room when the call came in from one of the men in public relations. I answered without much interest, expecting some routine complaint, but the nervousness in his voice reached m







