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!"
AIDEN'S POV For some reason I was relieved it wasn't Riley. The thought of her being in trouble again had weighed me down.I stared at my mom for a whole minute, wondering why she'd come here.She looked frail and tired, her posture was straight despite the hard seat, handbag folded neatly on her lap. Her cardigan was buttoned wrong off by one, and a thin scarf rested around her neck even though the morning wasn’t cold..She looked smaller than I remembered, more fragile somehow and painfully out of place in a room built for people in trouble.She looked up and her face softened immediately. “There you are,”Relief flooded her expression so fast it knocked the breath out of me. Anger flared right after.I crossed the room in long strides. “Mom, why're you here?”She smiled like I hadn’t just been summoned to a police station before breakfast. “Good morning.”“What are you doing here?” I demanded again, keeping my voice low but failing to hide the edge. “Why are you at the police sta
RILEY'S POVI wasn’t exactly sure when Claire decided that today was the day to drag me out for what she cheerfully called “a little retail therapy,” but I suspected she had planned it the second she noticed how pale I looked that morning.She didn’t ask if I wanted to go or not. She just marched straight into my room the moment I shuffled out of the shower, hands on her hips, already choosing an outfit for me like I was a life-sized Barbie she owned.“We’re going shopping,” she declared.I blinked at her. “Why? I have clothes.”“No, babe. You have fabric and you have vibes. Not clothes.” Then she added with a suspiciously casual tone, “And besides, you need new stuff.”The way she looked at my stomach for half a second made me narrow my eyes, but I pretended not to notice. Claire thought she was subtle. She wasn’t. But I didn’t have the energy to question anything this morning. Especially not that, talking about it was awkward.So I let her dress me and drag me out of the house like
AIDEN'S POV I didn’t sleep, not even for a full minute.Every time I closed my eyes, the only thing I saw was Riley’s face in that restaurant, pale, slightly sweaty, her lips pressed into a tight line as she insisted she was fine. “Just indigestion,” she’d said with a weak smile. As if I couldn’t see the way her hands trembled.I got home and sat on the edge of my bed still wearing the shirt from dinner, the fabric smelling faintly of the restaurant’s spices. My room was dim, quiet, and far too still, and my mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything.The way she pushed her food around instead of actually eating, the tiny wince she tried to hide every time she shifted in her seat.The way her voice trembled when she told me not to take her to the hospital.Anyone would've missed that, but not me. I was way too observant. Something was wrong with her, she didn't want me knowing what it was. I just hope it wasn't a terminal illness or something.I leaned forward and dragged both hands d
RILEY'S POVIf someone had told me earlier that dinner with Aiden would feel like sitting on a warm cloud and hot coals at the same time, I would’ve probably stayed in the office and slept under my desk.The moment we stepped into the restaurant, I regretted agreeing.It wasn’t anything fancy. Warm lighting, wood tables, soft jazz, the kind of place where conversations hummed but nothing felt overwhelming. But having Aiden across from me made everything feel too sharp, too intense, too present.He ordered something simple.I did too.We talked about small things, harmless, but somehow every second felt charged.“Do you always walk that fast when you’re trying to avoid someone?” he asked at one point, his tone annoyingly amused.I stabbed my food lightly, trying not to look at him. “I wasn’t avoiding you.”“Riley.”“Okay, maybe a little.” I sighed. He was stubborn when he needed to hear something from me.He smiled, that reluctant, gentle smile he’d been giving me lately. I looked aw
RILEY'S POV The end of the workday always came with the same quiet relief. Today was especially good, Sofia was away on a trip.I felt a soft hum in my chest as I stepped out of the building. I loosened my shoulders, and let my brain finally stop buzzing. I’d packed my things slowly today, dragging out every second on purpose, because I knew someone was waiting outside.Aiden.He’d sent a text earlier saying, “I’ll be around your office by closing.”Simple, casual, but suspiciously timed.Which was why I tried to escape through the side exit.I wasn’t avoiding him , no. I just wasn’t prepared for him. Not today, not after the tension that had built between us these past weeks. Not with everything happening so fast around me. I didn't have the emotional bandwidth for him tonight.But as usual, life didn’t give a damn if I was prepared or not.Because the moment I slipped out through the quiet side door and tried to hurry down the empty walkway, a voice drifted behind me.“Riley.”I
RILEY'S POV I headed inside, my mind still overwhelmed by different thoughts.I hadn’t even fully swung shut behind me before I heard Claire’s voice from the living room.“Who dropped you off in that flashy car?”Her tone wasn’t casual. It wasn’t curious. It was sharp, like she’d been holding the question on the tip of her tongue, pacing with it, burning with it.I paused in the entryway, my fingers still curled around the handle of the door, and turned slowly. As much as she startled me, I tried to maintain my cool.Claire was sitting cross-legged on the couch, a bowl of noodles balanced on her thigh. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, her fluffy socks mismatched, and her face… her face was wearing that dangerous stillness she only got when she was pretending not to panic.The moment I opened my mouth, she lifted her spoon halfway, froze, and stared.“It was Owen,” I said, and the reaction was immediate.Claire choked, her noodles went the wrong way, broth sloshed, and she bent fo







