تسجيل الدخول~SHARONAfter Xavier said those words, the room grew quiet again, but it no longer felt like the kind of silence that pressed against my chest. This one felt steadier. The fear James had stirred in me was still there, but it was no longer the only thing in the room with me.I looked down at the new phone Joe had brought and then back at Xavier. “You move very fast,” I said.“It helps to have the right people around me,” he replied.The answer was simple, but it made me think of how different his world was from James’s. James ruled through fear, noise, and control. Xavier did not need any of that. He only had to give one quiet instruction, and people moved.I lowered my eyes to the cup in my hands and took another sip. It settled warmly in my stomach, and for the first time that day, I felt something close to calm.Xavier leaned back slightly in his seat and watched me in that same quiet way of his. He did not ask whether I was all right because both of us already knew I was not. Inste
~SHARONMy fingers tightened around the phone until they hurt.You can block the others, Sharon, but hunger always brings you home.For a second, I could not breathe. The room seemed to shrink around me, and every ugly memory attached to James’s voice came rushing back. He did not need to stand in front of me to make my body remember fear. He only needed a screen, a few words, and the confidence that I still belonged to him in some broken way.Xavier took one look at my face and knew something had changed.“What is it?” he asked.I did not answer immediately. I simply held the phone out to him because I did not trust my voice. He took it, read the message once, and lifted his eyes back to mine. His expression changed quietly, like a door shutting somewhere deep behind his face.“He’s using other numbers now,” I said at last.“Yes,” Xavier replied.“He keeps finding me,” I whispered. “Even here.”Xavier set the phone aside. “He is finding your number, not you.”“That does not feel very
~SHARONAfter leaving Xavier’s study, I went upstairs with my head full of noise.The articles, the lies, the comments, and Sia’s warning about my songs all seemed to press against me at once. I closed the bedroom door behind me and stood there for a moment, trying to steady myself. The room was quiet, but the quiet no longer soothed me the way I wished it would. My mind kept replaying everything I had read downstairs. Gold digger. Washed-up singer. Trouble. The words had been written by strangers, yet they had found the exact places in me that were still sore.I crossed the room slowly and sat on the edge of the bed.It had only been a short time since I left James’s house, yet it felt as though the world had already begun pulling at me from all sides. James wanted me afraid. The press wanted me exposed. Strangers wanted a story they could twist into entertainment. Even my own past was starting to rise up in ways I had not expected.For a while, I simply sat there with my hands folde
~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
~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 s
~SHARONAfter Xavier left the room, I remained standing in the same spot for a long while, still holding the marriage certificate in my hand as though it might disappear if I loosened my grip.The room was quiet, but my mind would not rest. Everything had happened so fast that I still felt as thoug
~SHARON“Where are you?” Xavier’s voice was laced with a concern that made my heart flutter. It was as if he genuinely needed me. I told him my location, and within what felt like a heartbeat, a Rolls Royce purred to a stop in front of me. The window glided down, revealing his face. “Come,” he simp







