MasukJULIANI sat in my office, a frown etched deep into my face, wondering why Andrea wasn't in the office yet. The clock on the wall had ticked well past the hour she usually arrived, and her absence sat in the room like an unspoken accusation, pressing against the edges of my concentration until I could no longer pretend to ignore it.I knew we had a misunderstanding between us, something unresolved and raw from the previous evening, but we had yet to officially end our arrangement. The contract still stood. The interview was still pending. So why wasn't she here, doing the work we had both agreed to?Was it because she was angry with me? The thought lodged itself uncomfortably in my chest. I turned the question over again and again, trying to be fair to her, trying to see the situation from her side, though fairness was difficult to summon when frustration kept crowding it out.I remembered, with growing unease, how confident Marcus had sounded when he insisted it was Andrea who ha
ANDREAThe next morning, instead of going to Rhodes as usual, I headed for my magazine's new office in Madrid, my mind already braced for what was waiting there.I had received a call from Rebecca the previous night, her voice low and urgent, informing me that the board was holding an emergency meeting that morning to discuss disciplinary measures for me. The words had landed like a slap, even hours after I'd hung up the phone. Disciplinary measures. As though I were the one who had betrayed a confidence, leaked a story, set fire to months of careful, fragile trust.And I was to find the person behind the article, along with their source, or face the consequences myself.I had come to Madrid for a promotion, I thought bitterly, watching the city blur past the cab window in streaks of gray morning light, not to answer for an action that had absolutely nothing to do with me. The injustice of it sat heavy in my stomach, curling tighter with every block we passed.I was not going to le
VERONICAI had been eavesdropping on Mom's call from just behind the hallway wall, and when the line went quiet I stepped out from the shadow of it, letting my presence be known. Mom startled, pressing a hand to her chest, and I felt a small flicker of satisfaction at having caught her."Really, Mom?" I asked, unable to keep the disbelief out of my voice, or perhaps not trying to."Really what?" She turned to face me fully, her expression shifting from surprise into something more guarded."I can't believe you were in here talking to Andrea." I said her name the way you'd say something that had left a bad taste. "After everything that happened tonight. After everything she did to me out there."Mom raised a brow, cool and unhurried. "Why not?""Because you saw what she did." My voice rose slightly before I caught it and pulled it back down. "You were standing right there. You saw how she embarrassed and humiliated me in front of everyone, in front of your guests, at your own annive
ANDREAI sighed when I stepped into the house to find that Diane had already gone to bed.The stillness of the house settled around me like a held breath, every light dimmed, every room quiet, the kind of quiet that feels louder than noise when your head is still full of everything the evening had thrown at you. I set my bag down on the hallway table and stood there for a moment, letting the silence press against me, wishing it could absorb some of the weight I'd carried home.Wanting to draw some comfort from my daughter after the wreckage of the evening, I made my way to her room and eased the door open. I crossed to the edge of her bed and sat down carefully, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of her small chest. Diane slept the way she always had, completely, wholly, undisturbed by the world, and something about that settled a fraction of the tightness in my own chest.But even looking at her peaceful face, my mind refused to quiet itself.All I could think of was Julian.
JULIANA confused frown creased my brows as I watched Andrea leave. Wasn't she supposed to be feeling guilty both for exposing my secret and for concealing her and Marcus's relationship from me?Why was she making it seem as though I was the one at fault? And why was she still insisting she didn't discuss my personal matter with anyone! Was she really not the one?I thought and then narrowed my eyes. Thinking about what she had said about me getting my lawyer involved, I admitted to myself that unlike me.Andrea had treated our arrangement with utmost professionalism, and judging from how professional she had been.it didn't make sense that she would have made public something I told her in confidence.No matter how juicy the news seemed. Certainly not when she had signed an NDA with me.Now that I thought about it, I remembered how empathetic she had been when I told her about it and how she had treated me better after that day.Even if everything pointed at her, I just couldn't be
JULIANI had thought that Andrea's name sounded familiar when I first heard it, and now I know exactly why.Why didn't she tell me about her relationship with Marcus? Was that why she had tried staying away from me?Why didn't I think of that when Marcus first asked me about my business with Andrea? Why didn't I think of it when I saw the way they had greeted each other so coldly in my office? I thought as I turned to glance at Marcus. Sensing my piercing eyes on him, he flashed me an apologetic look, but I merely gave him a look that said we would talk about it later.Meanwhile, I watched as Andrea quickly recovered from her shock at Veronica theatrics, and realizing what she was doing, she smiled.It was obvious that Veronica was putting up the act to make Andrea look bad in front of everyone. I could already hear some of the guests whispering about her, asking questions and discussing how she had run off on the morning of her wedding.Knowing the purpose of Veronica's drama and







