FAZER LOGINMabel's Point of ViewI remained where I was for a few seconds, staring after it before finally turning toward the house. I had no idea why Zyran had helped me, and I had even less idea why he'd seemed so familiar with my mother's neighborhood.I pushed the questions aside, telling myself I had more important things to worry about.Like figuring out how I was going to survive the next few days.I unlocked the front door and stepped inside.The emptiness hit me immediately.It wasn't just quiet. It was the kind of silence that made you aware of everything that was missing. Mum's favorite chair remained in the corner of the living room, its cushions slightly flattened from years of use.The old vase she'd insisted on keeping even after I told her it was ugly sat on the shelf beside a framed photograph of us.Family pictures covered the walls, capturing moments from years that suddenly felt painfully distant.Nothing had changed.And somehow, that made everything worse.I walked slowly f
Mabel's Point of View He took the suitcase from me before I could protest and carried it toward the back of the car. I watched him place it inside, then reluctantly lowered myself into the passenger seat. The leather was cool beneath my skin, and the interior smelled faintly of leather and his cologne. Everything looked expensive, from the immaculate dashboard to the polished details around the console, and the silence inside the vehicle felt almost unnatural after the noise of the street. I pulled the door shut and settled into my seat, trying to ignore how comfortable it was. It was ridiculous that I could be sitting in a car worth more than some people's houses while having absolutely no idea where my next meal would come from. Zyran returned to the driver's seat, started the engine and pulled away from the roadside. I expected him to ask questions once we were moving, but he didn't. He didn't ask what had happened with Dexter, why I was carrying a suitcase or why I'd been
Mabel's Point of View“What happened?”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.Where was I even supposed to begin? Should I tell him that my husband had cheated on me with my best friend, divorced me in our home and left me with practically nothing? Or should I start with the fact that I'd just been robbed while attempting to escape the mess my marriage had become?‘Hello, Mr. Perez. My husband is a cheating bastard, my best friend is a snake, and some random thief just decided to complete the destruction of my life. How's your day going?’Yeah.That sounded perfectly normal??Of all the people I could have encountered at that exact moment, Zyran was the last person I expected to see.Unlike most of the people around Dexter, Zyran had never treated me like an inconvenience.He was intimidating, yes. Distant and clearly powerful, the kind of man whose presence could silence an entire room without him saying a word, but he had always been strangely courteous toward me.I remembered the
Chapter 6Mabel's Point of ViewFor a second, I couldn't move. I was in disbelief.I stared at the empty space where the man had disappeared, my mind struggling to catch up with what had just happened. Then I caught sight of my bag swinging from his hand as he pushed through the crowd, and the realization hit me so hard that I forgot everything else.“Hey!”My feet moved before I could think. I ran after him, dodging people and nearly stumbling over the uneven pavement as I tried to close the distance between us. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my breaths grew increasingly shallow as I forced my legs to move faster.I didn't care that strangers were turning to look at me or that my clothes were becoming uncomfortable. My entire life was in that bag, and I wasn't about to let some random thief walk away with what little I had left.“Stop! I'm talking to you!”He didn't even look back. His only priority at the moment was getting the bag as far away from me as possible.I pushed m
Chapter 5Mabel's Point of ViewAs soon as Dexter shut the door behind Zyran and turned around, the polite business smile on his face disappeared.“Why did you interfere in my meeting?”I stared at him, genuinely confused.I had only been asked for my opinion, and I had given it. What exactly did he expect me to do? Sit there quietly while he presented numbers that didn't make sense? Smile and nod like some decorative wife who had no brain of her own?“You made me look unprepared in front of my rival!” His voice thundered through the mansion, making my ears ring.I remained quiet.Not because I couldn't raise my voice. Not because I was suddenly afraid to defend myself. I simply recognized the anger in his eyes. There was something different about the way he was looking at me, something that made the hairs on my skin rise.For the first time, I really had to start wondering if the man standing in front of me could actually hit me.And I hated that I was wondering that about my own hus
Chapter 4Mabel's Point of ViewMy fingers tightened around the divorce papers until the pages crumpled beneath my grip.Pregnant?The word echoed in my head until it became almost meaningless.Tears stung my eyes, blurring the words on the paper. I had thought cheating was the height of betrayal. I had thought there was nothing worse than finding out my husband had been sleeping with your best friend.But a pregnancy?He had gotten her pregnant.“Shocked?” Dexter asked, his voice cutting through the silence. “What were you expecting? That I'd stay married to a barren woman like you?”The words hit harder than I expected.I stared at him, searching his face for even a trace of the man I had married. The man who used to look at me like I was the only woman in the world. The man who never raised his voice at me, who used to make me believe I was safe with him.He was gone.Or maybe I had simply been stupid enough to believe he existed.“What didn't I do for you?” I asked, my voice break







