MasukElena's POVTwo weeks.Apparently that was all it took for Jenna and Claire to abandon me. According to them, work had been exhausting. According to me, they were both traitors.“You survived fine,” Claire said, tossing popcorn into her mouth.“Barely.”Jenna laughed from where she was curled up in the armchair.“We were gone for just thirteen days, Elena.”I sighed.“Felt longer.”“You’re being dramatic.”“Correct.”Claire snorted.For a few minutes the conversation drifted to work, travel delays and Jenna’s ongoing feud with airport coffee.I laughed when I was supposed to. Made comments when necessary. But at some point my attention slipped.My fingers tightened around my wine glass as my thoughts wandered somewhere else entirely."Elena."Jenna said my name the way she always did when she had already figured something out and was just waiting for me to confess it.I looked up from the wine glass I had been staring at for probably too long."What," I said.She tilted her head slig
Elena’s povMy head was finally quiet and I had almost forgotten what that felt like.I sat at my desk, moving through emails without rereading the same line twice, sat through a briefing without my mind drifting somewhere it shouldn't, responded to messages without staring at my screen for five minutes first.I noticed it myself.Whatever had been twisting itself inside my chest for weeks had finally loosened. I wasn’t questioning every interaction or replaying conversations in my head.I was just… working.Then I heard my door open and I glanced up.“Ma’am,” Patricia said, sticking her head in. “You’re going to be late.”I grabbed my things and got up.The meeting room was already full when I walked in. Department heads, senior executives, the usual faces, and… Damien. He was sitting at the far end of the table, reading through the proposal calmly. He had been back for several days now and we crossed paths.A few greetings. A couple of work-related conversations.Nothing more.I to
Elena's POV"Nope,” I said to my own reflection, "We are not doing another week of this emotionally mature avoidance thing."I set my earring down on the bathroom counter.Three days, three full days of Caleb being warm and attentive and infuriatingly normal. He still hadn't said a single word about MetLife.And I had decided, standing in front of my mirror at nine in the morning with one earring in, that today I was just going to ask him directly, like an adult, like someone who had not spent the better part of a week overanalyzing every lingering look between us.I put the second earring in, still staring at my reflection.“I’m just going to ask him," I said quietly, "Simple."I sighed softly, giving my reflection one last look. I was dressed for a football camp, not a board meeting. Dark jeans, white sneakers, a fitted navy top and a light jacket tied around my waist in case the weather changed later.Comfortable. Casual. Completely normal.Which felt ironic considering I was cur
Elena's POVI reread the same email three times. Then a fourth, then a fifth… and somehow I still had no idea what it said. I stared at my laptop screen for another few seconds before dragging my hand down my face.This was ridiculous. Nothing dramatic even happened yesterday.Damien came back. We talked. He left.That’s all. And yet somehow I was still distracted.My eyes drifted automatically toward the glass doors of my office as someone walked past.For one stupid second I looked up. Then I immediately looked back down, sighing again. I forced myself back toward my laptop, trying to focus on the hundreds of reports still waiting for me. Two minutes later footsteps passed and I lifted my head automatically again.Not him.I dropped my forehead lightly against the back of my chair, exhaling softly.“Get a grip, Elena.”The office remained silent.I straightened up and tried answering another email. I lasted maybe thirty seconds before finally shutting my laptop a little harder tha
Elena's POV"Do you know how excited I am for this probation thing to be over?" Adrian groaned beside me as we walked down the corridor. "Two more weeks and I can finally stop pretending I enjoy being in this building this much."I laughed softly."Oh, please," I said. "You love being involved in everybody's business."He pointed at me immediately. “That is completely different," he said.I shook my head, smiling…We kept walking, easy and familiar, and I was grateful for it because I'd barely slept and my brain had been running since before sunrise, replaying last night in pieces. Caleb's face when I told him everything, his voice when he said he wasn't walking away this time… But underneath all of it, one thing kept coming back.He never addressed what I said at MetLife. “I can't stop thinking about you. I don't want this to end.”I didn’t know what it meant.Maybe hearing everything about Damien changed something for him. Maybe he was trying not to pressure me. Maybe I was just
When I finally stopped talking, silence settled between us again. The waves filled the space where words were missing. Caleb stared out toward the water for a few seconds before finally speaking.“I get it now,” he said quietly.I looked at him, waiting for him to finish.“Why you always said it was complicated.”Something in my chest tightened slightly at that. Because it was complicated. It always had been.Then Caleb glanced over at me again, quieter this time.“Can I ask another thing?”I nodded once, holding his gaze.“After all that…” he said carefully, “why did you still go back?”That question hit somewhere deep in my chest because I already knew exactly what he meant.Why did I still love Damien after everything? Why did I keep trying?I looked back toward the water before answering.“Because it wasn’t all bad,” I admitted softly.My throat tightened a little.“There was love there too. Real love.”I looked down at my hands before continuing.“Damien wasn’t just my husband,
Damien’s povI stood there in front of her, staring down at her lips before I could stop myself. The red lipstick she put on earlier was almost gone, just a faint outline left after the long day.Every instinct I had told me to close the distance, to just lean in and kiss her deeply like I used to
Elena’s povThe plane touched down in Singapore, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe properly.Distance didn’t fix anything, but at least it quieted the noise.Well… almost because the man sitting beside me on this trip wasn’t the one I wanted to be here with.The limo ride
Elena’s pov The final whistle blew, and the stadium erupted. Caleb’s team won twenty-eight to twenty-four.I jumped to my feet with everyone else, screaming, my throat raw and my heart racing. I hadn’t felt this alive in months.Dalia, the woman who’d sat beside me all night, grabbed me in a hug l
Elena’s pov “Hey, you.”Caleb stood in my doorway, in his casual dressing. Plain white tees and dark jeans. Nothing dramatic. But his hair… he dyed it. Blonde. Bright enough to notice, soft enough not to look stupid.I wasn’t surprised he pulled it off.I realized I hadn’t heard his voice since t







