LOGINEmily’s world is turned upside down when her husband, Nathan, serves her divorce papers in a shocking public display. But the betrayal cuts depper when she discovers her own sister is behind the break down of her marriage. As Emily tries to pick up the pieces, she discovers a sinister plot that will change everything she thought she knew about love, family, and herself. Can she rise above the lies and betrayal to find redemption and love again?
View MoreWe eventually finished shopping and headed back to Tara’s place.The walk was quiet. I felt drained, like everything earlier had taken more out of me than I wanted to admit. Once we got inside, I felt a small sense of relief. The door closed. The noise stayed outside.We unpacked the groceries together. Normal things. Rice. Vegetables. Snacks. Tara moved around the kitchen like nothing had happened, and that helped more than she knew.I sat at the table while she started cooking.My phone buzzed.I looked at the screen and froze.Nathan.I hesitated, then opened the message.[The board wants to release a statement. They’re calling the divorce amicable. They’re asking for a brief joint appearance. Press only.]My chest tightened.He was sounding like our marriage was a business deal gone wrong.Another message came in.[I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t necessary. You can say no. I’ll respect that.]I stared at the phone, unsure how to feel. Angry. Tired. Anxious. All of it at once. Part of
Nathan’s POVThe agreement didn’t come all at once.It arrived in fragments. Carefully worded sentences, exchanged glances, pauses heavy with implication. The kind of consensus that pretended to be mutual while quietly cornering you.The chairman cleared his throat. “The board believes the narrative needs recalibration.”Julian from PR was already nodding. “Right now, the divorce is being framed as volatile. Contentious. Investors don’t like instability tied to leadership.”“So we rewrite it,” I said flatly.“We refine it,” Julian corrected. “An amicable separation. Two adults who grew apart. No scandal. No hostility.”I folded my arms. “That’s entirely inaccurate.”“Yes,” the chairman agreed. “But it’s not the version gaining traction.”A screen lit up at the end of the table. Headlines. Speculation threads. One in particular lingered longer than the rest.CEO’s Ex-Wife’s Sister Linked to Executive FalloutI felt my jaw tighten.“This,” Julian said carefully, “is the bigger issue.”E
Emily’s POV By the time I got back to Tara’s apartment, the adrenaline from the morning had faded, leaving behind a quiet, thoughtful calm.The apartment was still empty.I dropped my purse on the counter, kicked off my shoes, and moved through the space slowly, like I was borrowing someone else’s life, which, for now, I was. I walked into the kitchen. Then I made myself tea and sat at the small dining table, my phone glowing in my hand.Apartments.Just the word made my chest tighten.Still, I opened my browser.I searched carefully. One bedroom, studio, short lease if possible. The prices of the apartments were so high and it made me wince. But I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I still had a little bit of time. I didn’t have to make a decision at the moment. One step at a time.I switched to messages and started texting agents. [Hello, I’m looking for a studio or one-bedroom apartment. Available immediately or within the month.]Send.Another.And another.Each messa
Nathan’s POVThe car was waiting for me at the garage. I slid into the back seat and shut the door forcefully. “Good morning, sir.”I looked up. The driver wasn’t Charles. It was a different voice. And the person sounded younger. “Morning,” I said. “Where’s Charles?”“Retired last week,” he replied, easing the car into traffic. “My Name’s Malik. I’ll be driving you from now on.”“Alright,” I said. “Take me to the office.”“Yes, sir.”The city unfolded outside the window, glass towers, billboards with faces I recognized, headlines I wished I didn’t. The once familiar route suddenly felt foreign. I had only been away from the office for weeks and it had turned into something that felt like I didn’t belong. Malik drove smoothly, confident but unshowy—no abrupt stops. No music. Just focusing on the road.“How long have you worked for the company?” I asked, mostly to fill the silence.“Six years,” he replied swiftly. “Security before this. Executive transport after.”“Security,” I rep












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