LOGINRiley's Pov
I never knew that my marriage to Ethan could be so blissful and full of memories because of Sophie's presence in our house. If I had known, I would have invited Sophia to the house a very long time ago.
Recently, since Sophia has been home, Ethan has been staying at home more often. Before, his work hours had always ended at night, but recently, he had been coming home quickly, and the food I had been cooking in the morning, afternoon, and evening, he had been eating them, unlike before, when he would leave them all on the dining table without touching them.
Like every other day, I woke up early to prepare breakfast, get into the kitchen, and open the fridge to pick out the ingredients I would need for the food I would be preparing. Sophia met me there when I was at it.
"Good morning, sis. You look radiant this morning, like every day." She said to me.
I chuckled at her words wholeheartedly, and replied to her, "You are no different."
Recently, since Sophia had been around, we had not been fighting like we were when we were at my parents' house. In fact, we were so close that I couldn't imagine that we were not.
Sophia was nothing but homey. She made everything lively and would effortlessly cause Ethan to smile at intervals. There was no dull moment with Sophie around.
"Oh! The fridge is almost empty," I noticed, and said with my head still bowed towards the fridge, "I should go to the market later to refill it."
I stood right, then I turned to face Sophia, "Will you mind going along with me to the market to buy the groceries?"
Her eyes popped, almost pulling out of her eye sockets. "Do you just say that you will be going out later?"
I nodded, "Yes, why?"
She shrugged, "Nothing. Just that you have been staying at home with nowhere to go. I almost thought that you were allergic to the sun like a vampire." She joked and laughed at her joke.
I smiled at her and faced what I was doing.
I cooked breakfast with Sophia helping me to grab a thing or two around the kitchen and to help with some mixture.
When we were done, she volunteered to get Ethan to the dining, and I did not mind. I allowed her.
They came to the dining room. I told Ethan about the little plan that I would be going to the market when we were eating.
"Okay," He replied simply to me, and smiled at Sophie, "That means we will be at home alone for those hours."
"I can't wait."
I had to cut into their words, "Are you not going to the office today, Ethan?"
"No, I will work from home." He told me.
I smiled. That was what I was talking about.
Before Sophia came, the office room at home was useless, and I knew by now, it could have been covered with cobwebs, but after Sophia, my husband wanted to take all chances to stay at home.
I saw no danger in that, I was glad.
Breakfast was different, Sophia and Ethan were discussing, and I was left out. I didn't mind it at all, I let it be. At some point, I would invite myself to their discussion and later invite myself out of it. It felt weird to me. In a good way.
When we were done with breakfast, I took the dirty dishes to the kitchen to wash while Ethan went to his office and Sophie took the excuse of going to her room to relax.
When I was done with washing the dishes, I went to my room to dress up and get ready for the market. I dropped my bag in the sitting room and went to the kitchen to jot down everything I would be buying, so that I wouldn't miss out on anything.
I made to return to the sitting room to pick up my bag, but I came across Sophia. She had changed her dress. Now, she wore a short-sleeve shirt with some buttons left undone, and a little bit of her cleavage was left on display. Her earlobes had bold earrings dangling down from them, and her feet had matching heels put on them.
She was a little stiffen when she saw me, but it was not for long. She got herself back and showed her full dress to me, "How do I look, sis? I'm on a quest to seduce my crush. Do you think he would look at me twice?"
I smiled at her and shook every negative thought that was initially creeping into my mind away. "Of course, with a body like yours and a skin this smooth? You don't have to try harder." I praised her.
"Thanks, sis. Won't you be on your way?" She asked.
"I should." I went to where I dropped my bag and picked it up. "Should I drop you off?"
She waved at me with her butt shot backwards, "No, I can find my way to the place."
I nodded and left the house.
That day at the market was different, I was in a hurry to buy everything I had on my list because I was not calm. Even though Sophia did not show any form of suspicion, I couldn't help but be suspicious, and my heart wouldn't stop banging in my ribcage.
I returned home earlier than I should have and strangely, everywhere fell silent. I didn't think anything of it.
I singlehandedly began to put everything I bought into the kitchen. When I was done, I took out a bottle of wine and poured a little portion into a glass. I took it to Ethan's office so that he could have something to sip while working.
I did not knock at his office door when I got there, I opened it and entered from my side.
"Your..." I paused and completed my words silently, "Wine."
I was shocked by what was before me. Ethan, my husband, had my sister trapped on his desk. Her skirt was lifted with his hands and I saw his fingers trapped inside the opening between her legs, and their lips were aggressively eating each other's lips.
I dropped the glass with me, "Ethan!"
RILEY’S POVThe apartment felt too quiet.Not the comfortable quiet Claire and I were used to, the kind where music hummed in the background and someone inevitably burned something in the kitchen.This quiet was different. Heavy.I stood in the kitchen doorway, staring at the clock on the wall. The second hand ticked steadily forward like it was mocking the way I kept glancing toward the front door.Aiden should’ve been home by now. He hadn’t told me where he was going earlier, just that he had “something to handle.” His voice had been neutral when he said it, but there had been tension sitting under the words.I noticed things like that, especially with him.I had tried not to ask questions. I had been trying very hard lately not to push him into corners he didn’t want to stand in.Still… something about the way he left had unsettled me. The lock finally turned.I straightened immediately, my heart jumping slightly.The door opened and Aiden stepped inside.The moment I saw his fa
RILEY’S POVThe apartment felt too quiet.Not the comfortable quiet Claire and I were used to, the kind where music hummed in the background and someone inevitably burned something in the kitchen.This quiet was different. Heavy.I stood in the kitchen doorway, staring at the clock on the wall. The second hand ticked steadily forward like it was mocking the way I kept glancing toward the front door.Aiden should’ve been home by now. He hadn’t told me where he was going earlier, just that he had “something to handle.” His voice had been neutral when he said it, but there had been tension sitting under the words.I noticed things like that, especially with him.I had tried not to ask questions. I had been trying very hard lately not to push him into corners he didn’t want to stand in.Still… something about the way he left had unsettled me. The lock finally turned.I straightened immediately, my heart jumping slightly.The door opened and Aiden stepped inside.The moment I saw his fa
ETHAN’S POVSilence is expensive. That was the first thing I learned.The anonymous posts had begun like a whisper and escalated into a roar. Allegations, screenshots, carefully worded accusations that never quite crossed into defamation but hovered close enough to burn.And then, just as suddenly as they’d begun, they slowed.The posts stopped appearing daily, then weekly, then not at all.The internet, fickle as ever, found something new to chew on. To the outside world, the crisis was fading.To me, it had already done its damage.Contracts were paused, Investors reconsidered their positions.Two long-term partners severed ties quietly, issuing carefully neutral statements aboutstrategic realignment.I lost millions in a quarter.Reputation doesn’t bleed publicly.It hemorrhages privately.Board meetings grew colder, conversations shorter and handshakes firmer but less sincere.My name, once associated with precision and growth, now carried a shadow of instability.And instabilit
RILEY’S POVI sat in the dining area after lunch, staring at the table.My resignation letter sat in my bag, printed, signed, folded neatly inside a cream envelope. I had rewritten it three times the night before, staring at the words until they stopped looking real.Kindly accept this as my formal notice. Too polite.In the end, I settled for something clean, professional, and detached.I would be concluding my role in four weeks, I appreciated the opportunities. I wished the company well.Aiden had watched me seal the envelope without saying much. Just a quiet, “You’re sure?” before kissing my forehead like he already knew the answer.Now I stood outside the company building, staring up at the glass exterior reflecting the morning sun.This place had once felt like ambition. Now it felt like survival.I walked in. The lobby smelled the same. Polished floors, subtle perfume, corporate neutrality. People nodded at me as I passed. Some smiled. Some didn’t. None of them knew.I press
RILEY’S POVBy the time the sun had started to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the city, I was finally beginning to feel like I could breathe. Well… as much as I ever could these days.I had just finished tidying a few things in Aiden’s apartment, trying not to think about the broken lock, the handprint on my wall, or Ethan who might have been behind it all. My mind was already spinning with worst-case scenarios when the doorbell rang.I wasn’t expecting anyone, not at this hour of the day.I hesitated, then padded over and peeked through the peephole. Claire. Immediately, my chest tightened. She looked frantic, oversized sunglasses hiding her eyes, but the tight set of her jaw and the way she was tapping her fingers against her bag told me everything I needed to know.I opened the door, feeling a sudden jolt of guilt.“Claire?” I started, but she cut me off, stepping inside before I could finish.“You didn’t tell me,” she said, her voice trembling just e
RILEY'S POV The morning sunlight cut through the blinds, spilling pale gold across the floor.I blinked against it, my body still heavy with sleep, my mind hazy and slow. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the sheets rustling around me. It was quieter than I expected. I hesitated for a moment, letting my feet touch the floor, toes brushing against the soft rug, before I padded toward the stairs.Half-asleep, I muttered under my breath, “Tea first… maybe I’ll survive if I get coffee first.”The living room was warmer than I thought. Curtains were drawn just enough to soften the light, and the faint smell of toasted bread floated through the air. My stomach reminded me rudely that I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, though the thought of food made me feel nauseous. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, still trying to shake off the fog.And then it happened, I rounded the corner into the kitchen and froze.Aiden coming out from the kitchen. Shirtless, lean, barely enough fabric left on h
Claire’s POVIt’s been over a week since Riley last came around, and every day since, something inside me itched with unease. She always kept saying she was fine, her voice soft and small over the phone. But I knew her too well to believe that. Riley never says much when she’s hurting; she just go
Riley’s POVWhen my phone rang this morning, I was still in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering when my heart would stop aching. The name flashing across the phone screen ‘Ms. Carter(lawyer)’ snapped me out of my daze. I sat up gently, brushing my messy hair out of my face before pickin
RILEY'S POVI took a sip of my coffee, watching Ms Carter pull out some paper works from where she sat across from me.“I need your signature here Ms Anderson” she handed a page to me.“Okay” I mumbled, immediately signing it.“With this, all your joint stocks with Ethan and a few other of his smal
Riley’s POVThe drive home was dead silent. Claire kept glancing at me from the corner of her eye, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. My mind was still stuck in that hospital room, the smell of disinfectant, the steady beep of the monitor, the weight of the doctor’s words echoing in







