Masuk
Lenora
‘Unbelievable.’
“What the hell is going on here?!” I cried out, watching the two naked bodies separate. Fury ran through me as I met their stares, forcing the burning tears back.
The two culprits simply looked at me, faces ridden with shock. Liam, my fiancée and my best friend and maid of honor, Amy.
I couldn't bring myself to believe my eyes. Only moments ago my body was aching with exhaustion from planning the wedding and working. Getting off early from work thanks to my coming wedding, I was eager to crash into sleep.
Yet all of that went away because of seeing them together.
I watched everything. The way he eagerly thrusted into her and her moans were branded in my mind. It was clear that this wasn't the first time either.
How long had they this been going on?
A sob choked my throat. My fiancée and my best friend, my freaking maid of honor, had been cheating on me behind my back. They were having sex on our bed.
My stomach tightened.‘Days towards our wedding.’
Clenching my hands, I forced myself to remain strong as they scrambled away from each other. Liam had left the bed, scrambling to dress up as if it would change anything.
“Do you have anything to say, well!?” I demanded, glaring at both of them.
“L-Lenora,” Amy shifted on the bed but didn’t make a single move to leave.
I’d expected her to feel at least a little ashamed and make some attempt to leave, but instead she remained exactly where she was. It was almost as though I was the one who had barged into her space.
I clenched my fists in anger.
That was my bed. She was supposed to be my best friend.
Yet as I looked at her, I couldn't see any ounce of guilt or regret on her face. It wouldn't have changed anything but it hurt.
“Baby, listen to me,” footsteps shuffled to me, until Liam 's frame came into sight. His shirt was half buttoned, his clothes rumpled but there was a small smile on his face.
“Come on. What you saw was just a little fumble. You can't blame me for that-” he said, that damn smirk.
My throat grew tighter at his words. Was he freaking serious?
Without thinking my hand swept across his face, slapping him. I stepped back once I was done,
“I’m done,” I spat out the words like venom. “The wedding is off. And so is this freaking relationship.”
For a moment there was only silence and my ragged breaths and suddenly laughter pierced the air. I looked up in disbelief to find him laughing as if I'd said something funny.
A mix of disbelief and shock ran through me. I didn’t know what to expect from saying those words, but I wasn’t …this.
As I turned to Amy, shock filled me. The shock had worn off from her face and in its place was a small smile on her face that looked mocking, nothing like the woman I knew.
What the hell?
“Oh poor Lenora,” Liam 's voice made me turn back to him as he looked up. He was smirking, no ounce of remorse on his face.
“Well then, go on.” he leaned in, “It's not like I really planned on marrying you anyways.”
His words lashed at me like a whip, making me flinch and gape in shock.
What?
“Don’t tell me that you've suddenly turned deaf, babe,” he sneered, his voice mocking.
“Let’s be honest, have you looked at yourself? From the clothes you wear to your job, Not a single ounce of you is worthy of marrying me. You're working a basic wage job and me? I'm Liam freaking Hampton. You don't even look pretty. What makes you think that I'll actually marry you?”
Turning back, he moved towards Amy, holding her hand while Amy leaned against him.
“Now this is a woman of my caliber,” he grinned, “Always classy and maintains herself. Nobody could tell that you two were even friends cause you look worlds apart.”
“If it wasn't out of pity, I would have broken the engagement months ago. Turns out sneaking around is more fun.” He said the last line while stroking her bare arm, making her giggle.
“I was planning on letting you down easy on the wedding day, but it seems I didn't have to do anything.
You said it yourself, our relationship is over, so you might as well leave this place and collect your belongings later. This is MY home after all. And as for the wedding, well…Go on. You're nothing without me anyways.”
His words felt like a punch.
How dare he? After everything I'd…
No words could describe how I felt. He remained there, smirking beside her while she did the same.
“Bye Lenora, good riddance.” She said airily, wiggling her fingers
Sobs choked me from within. I couldn’t say any more words, looking at their unrepentant, mocking faces. I couldn’t take this.
Without a word, I turned away, leaving the room and the apartment. The moment I slammed the door I heard loud laughter and giggles.
The mocking laughter followed me as I fled. I didn't stop until I reached my car, my heart racing and tears stinging in my eyes.
‘You're nothing without me anyways.’ His last words echoed in my mind.
Nothing without him? I gripped the steering wheel tightly.
I'd given up everything to be with him.
My family name. My reputation. My legacy. I had left and broken all the bonds with my family, even going as far as to change my name to move into this new city with him years ago. I had worked hard to impress his parents, taking on jobs.
Five years of my life, my youth, my sacrifices and he treated me like it was nothing, like I was worthless.
I wanted to scream so badly but it wouldn't help anything. With shaky hands, all I could do was drive away, to the one person I had left.
Elias"We can beat their flight time by forty minutes if we leave now," Dominic said, already rattling off logistics before I'd finished asking the question. "Your jet's faster, and their flight plan has a scheduled refueling stop theirs doesn't need to make if the wind cooperates. It's tight. It's not impossible.""Do it.""Elias." A pause, weighted with something I couldn't quite place over the phone. "If Weston's the one waiting on the other end of this, walking in there isn't just confronting your brother anymore. You understand what you're actually flying into.""I understand exactly what I'm flying into." I looked at Lenora, already pulling on her coat, jaw set with a determination that had nothing hesitant left in it. "That's precisely why I'm not doing it alone.""I wasn't suggesting you should," Dominic said, something almost wounded in his voice, and I filed that away too, the way I filed everything now, unable to fully silence the small, cold voice in the back of my mind th
LenoraDominic sent the footage before Elias had even finished asking him to.It was grainy, timestamped, the angle awkward the way airfield security cameras always seemed to be, built for liability rather than clarity. But it didn't need to be clear. I knew her the second she stepped out of the car—the particular way she tucked her hair behind her ear, a habit I remembered now from a handful of visits so long ago I'd nearly convinced myself I'd imagined half of them.Marie.She crossed the tarmac toward Liam like they'd done this before, like the choreography of it was already familiar, and handed him something small enough to fit in one hand before he pulled her into a brief, tense embrace and they both disappeared up the stairs of a waiting jet.I watched it three times before I could make myself say anything."She called me," I said finally, voice strange and distant even to my own ears. "She called to warn me. About your mother, about the rumors, about all of it. I thought—" I st
EliasThe first page meant nothing to me. A wire transfer, a date, a routing number. It took Marcus turning to the third page and tapping it once, deliberately, before I understood what I was actually looking at."That account was opened eight months before the accident," he said quietly. "Funded in increments small enough not to raise questions at any single bank, large enough that by the time of the crash, there was more than enough sitting in it to make a very specific problem disappear.""Whose name," I said, though some cold, sinking part of me had already started arranging the shape of the answer before he gave it to me."Liam's."The room tilted slightly, or maybe that was just me."That's not possible." I heard myself say it even as every instinct I had told me it was exactly, precisely possible, that it explained things I'd spent four years refusing to look at directly. "Liam doesn't plan. He reacts. He's never had the patience to build something over eight months in his life
LenoraI hadn't thought about Marcus Hale in years, not really, not beyond the vague, unpleasant shape of him in the back of my memory—a tall, silver-haired man who always smelled faintly of cedar and spoke to my father in a low, unhurried voice that made everyone else in the room feel like they were interrupting something.But sitting there with Elias's phone still warm on the bed between us, I found the memories coming back sharper than I expected, details I hadn't realized I'd kept."He was at the house the week before I left," I said slowly. "Not for anything to do with me. Some routine visit, the kind he made a few times a year. I remember because he asked me a question that felt strange at the time, and I never thought about it again until right now.""What did he ask?""He asked if I was happy." I frowned, turning the memory over like it might reveal something new if I looked at it from a different angle. "Not in a casual way. He asked it like it actually mattered to him, which
EliasShe was still asleep when the light came up gold through the curtains, curled toward me with one hand loosely fisted in the sheet like even unconscious she hadn't quite let go of the night before.I'd spent four years training myself out of stillness. Stillness meant vulnerability, meant giving whatever was watching you a clean shot at whatever mattered most. I lay there anyway, watching her breathe, and let myself be still for the first time in longer than I could remember without once flinching at how exposed it made me feel.*This is what I almost didn't let myself have,* I thought, and the thought landed harder than I expected it to, close enough to grief that I had to look away from her for a moment to steady it.I'd built my whole adult life around the assumption that wanting something this much was how you handed someone the exact leverage they needed to destroy you. My father had taught me that without ever meaning to teach me anything. My mother had perfected the lesson
LenoraI kissed him back before I'd even decided to.There was no careful thought behind it, no measured weighing of consequence the way I'd approached almost everything since the wedding—just his mouth against mine and every reason I'd been giving myself for weeks collapsing at once, quiet and complete, like a building finally admitting it had been condemned all along.His hand found the curve of my jaw, then my neck, then lower, and I heard myself make a small, helpless sound against his mouth that I would have been embarrassed by in any other version of my life. I wasn't embarrassed now. I didn't want to be careful. I didn't want to be sensible. I'd spent so long being both of those things for other people's comfort that doing neither, finally, for myself, felt like something close to relief.His hands were in my hair, mine fisted in the front of his shirt, both of us breathing like we'd run the length of the beach instead of simply lying still on it, and it was Elias—of course it







