FAZER LOGINElena's POV Two days after our girls’ night, I walked into the office expecting another normal workday.Emails. Meetings. Decisions.The usual.But the moment I stepped inside, something felt… off.It was subtle at first.Conversations dropped a little too quickly when I passed. People glanced at me, then looked away. Something was wrong. The usual morning energy felt different, like the entire building was holding its breath.I slowed slightly, my eyes scanning the space.That’s when my assistant, Patricia, appeared, moving toward me faster than usual.“Ms. Sterling,” she said, a little breathless, “there’s an urgent executive meeting in fifteen minutes.”I frowned. “What’s it about?”“I’m not sure,” she said quickly, but she didn’t quite meet my eyes.Which meant she knew.I didn’t press. I just nodded and continued down the hallway, the tension following me all the way to the conference room.I pushed the door open and stopped short.Aunt Catherine was already seated at the tabl
Elena's POV *Two weeks later*Time had a way of smoothing things out.The last two weeks passed so quickly I barely had time to register it all.Work had taken over again, and had my full undivided attention.And I let it. It was easier that way.I hadn’t seen Jenna or Claire in a while, since I got back from my holiday trip. Jenna had been buried in some massive campaign project, and Claire was constantly out of town for work.So when we finally managed to align our schedules, it was long overdue.“Look who finally decided to show up,” Claire said as I slid into the booth, her tone dry but her smile gave her away.“Please,” I said, setting my bag down, “you’re the one that’s been impossible to pin down.”“I travel for work,” she said, lifting her glass. “Some of us have real jobs.”Jenna laughed. “And some of us are just dramatic.”We were at our usual spot, a cozy Italian place with dim lighting and wine that came in bottles instead of glasses. It had been weeks since the three of
Elena's pov Friday morning, two days after the airport and I was still functioning.The world hadn’t stopped.I was going through the motions, answering emails, attending meetings, signing off on budgets. Life… kept moving."Ms. Sterling, the quarterly reports are ready for your review."I looked up from my computer screen, blinking at Patricia standing in my doorway."Thanks," I said. "Just leave them on my desk."She set the folder down and left quietly.I stared at the documents for a moment, then went back to my email.Everything felt normal on the surface but underneath, there was this strange emptiness, like someone had scooped out part of my chest and left a hollow space behind.I haven't cried or broken down, and I wasn't even particularly sad. Just quiet.My mind drifted back to Wednesday, to the airport terminal, to Damien's face when I told him we needed distance.The way he'd looked at me before boarding, like he was trying to memorize every detail of my face.My phone bu
Elena's pov He stared at me like he couldn't quite believe I was standing there."Elena?"I stood there in the middle of the terminal, staring at him. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.For a second, neither of us moved. We just stared at each other across the crowd.Then he started walking toward me slowly, weaving through travelers, his expression shifting from shock to something like hope.When he reached me, he stopped a few feet away, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to come any closer."I didn't think you'd come," he said quietly.I didn't smile or soften my expression. I was still mad at him."I didn't come to stop you from going," I blurted.His face fell slightly, the hope fading from his eyes."Oh."For a moment, I almost felt bad. But I shook it off."I came because I needed to say something," I continued, my voice steady, "And… to also hear what you had to say."He nodded quickly."Okay, yeah, of course."I blinked at him, waiting. He took a
Elena's pov "Morning, Ms. Sterling."I nodded at the security guard as I walked through the lobby, my heels clicking against the marble floor."Morning."People smiled at me as I passed, called out greetings, going about their usual routines.Everything felt… monotonous.The past two days had been like that, just going through the motions. Showing up, doing the work, pretending everything was fine.I stepped into the elevator and pulled out my phone as the doors slid shut.No new messages, no missed calls.I stared at the screen, waiting for something, anything to appear. Nothing did.Damien had been calling and texting constantly since Sunday, message after message, call after call, trying to explain.Monday he sent twelve texts.Tuesday, fifteen more and three calls.But today, Wednesday, there was nothing.Just silence, and somehow that bothered me more than all the messages combined.I shoved my phone back in my pocket as the elevator doors opened on my floor.Patricia looked up
Elena's POV "Elena, I'm sorry, please just let me explain."I stared at the message on my phone screen, Damien's name glowing at the top of a long thread that had been going on since yesterday.I shoved the phone back into my bag.I'd been ignoring him since I walked out of that hotel room, and it still stung every time his name lit up on my screen.When I got back home yesterday, all I did was lie on my couch, binge watch sad movies and eat ice cream straight from the container until I felt sick.Now it was Monday morning, and I was sitting at my desk pretending to work.My laptop was open in front of me, documents spread out everywhere, spreadsheets and reports and emails that all needed attention.I was typing, my fingers moving across the keyboard, but I wasn't processing any of it.The words all blurred together, meaningless.I tried to focus, tried to pull myself back into work mode, but my mind kept drifting back to the weekend.Everything had felt so romantic, so perfect…Now
Elena’s povIt's been three days since I last saw Damien. I sat in my office pretending to focus on work, but every thought circled back to him.Three days. And still, Damien.What’s worse is that on Monday, he’d officially start working here.The thought made my stomach twist. If I was like this w
Elena's pov Damien's apartment building looked worse than I remembered, the peeling paint and flickering hallway lights buzzing like dying insects.Nothing like the life he pretended to have.I'd been calling him for an hour, but no response. 5 missed calls, 7 ignored texts. Now I stood outside a
Elena's pov I watched Damien and his lawyer exit the building from my window. Eighty floors up they look like ants, small and insignificant. The signed contracts sitting on my desk behind me were proof of my victory.Not that it felt much like one."Elena?"I didn’t turn around. I didn’t need to.
Damien's POVI couldn't sleep, eat, or think about anything except Elena.Elena Sterling. CEO. Billionaire. The woman I'd been married to for years without ever knowing who she was.It was 7 AM the next day when I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I drove to Sterling Global headquarters, that mas







