LOGINWe walk to the accordion player and Anthony says something in Italian before dipping his hand into his back pocket and coming out with a wad of cash. The happy man accepts it thankfully with a smile and waves at us as we continue our walk.Anthony leads me past the troop of tourist that seem to be lost in their own world, past the mini restaurant we’d eaten at, and then around the building, until we’re standing in front of another railing just like the one we’d walked out from. The only difference is this part is filled with a lot less people than the other.There’s also a really big—no, I don’t think ‘big’ is the appropriate word to call what’s in front of us. There’s an insanely huge, white, and spectacular looking Yacht floating on the water in front of us.I give it a second glance, admiring how pretty she is before shifting my gaze to Anthony who’s surprisingly looking at me with a smile. I frown at him, wondering what he’s smiling about when I observe the kind of smile he has on
After settling the bills and tipping the nice grandma’s quite generously, we leave the cozy restaurant and Italian behind.The night is cool but not cold. It’s the kind of weather that makes you want to walk slowly and hold hands with someone, so I do just that. I let Anthony drape his jacket over my shoulders as he leads me across the curb and to the edge of the pavement, where other tourists are lined up and taking pictures of the large body of water beyond.Everything looks beautiful from this distance, even the Statue of Liberty, albeit small because of the distance. I watch her torch gleam under the moonlight.But that’s not all I notice. It might be a bit unrelated, but our position reminds me a little of our second meeting on the rooftop of his hotel back home.I’d been contemplating between life and death, and in walks this man, coming out of the sky to educate me on the proper way to get it done.I let out a breath of laughter before I can stop myself.“What is it?” He asks f
SONIA’S POVTo be honest, I expected somewhere fancy with ridiculous prices attached to the menu list. Somewhere absolutely Anthony.What I didn’t expect was for Anthony to take me somewhere completely unexpected.Right now, we’re thousands of miles away from home and the spices and cooking wine I got from the supermarket yesterday. We’re wearing sneakers—well, me, that is— on a little ferry, with the wind slapping our faces and Anthony’s grinning beside me like this is his first time doing this.“You brought me to… Staten Island?” I shout over the breeze.“Technically, we’re still mid river. But yes.” He shouts back.I squint at him, giggling. “This is your idea of a first date?”“There’s no way you’re not on board with this. I thought you’d be more surprised.”I’m laughing now. “I am surprised, Anthony. We flew to New York for this. You’re so unpredictable.”He shrugs like it’s nothing. Like we’re not surrounded by honking gulls and random tourists arguing in different languages. “I
Charlene’s povThe harsh florescence of the store stings both my eyes and my pride. My heels clack on the tiles, sharp and purposeful, like each step is meant to stab something—someone. Two people.I walk hard and fast out of that aisle and to another, not because I’m flustered or anything… Okay, fine. I am flustered, but I also need space—lots of it.I was trying to be nice. I really was.Who cares if it was only because I needed something in the end? What matters is that I was being nice.But no.. Of course, Sonia would waltz in with a baby bump I never noticed before now, and a billionaire husband, thinking she’s better than me. She’s not the only one who knows how to snatch herself a rich man. I could if I wanted. And that’s exactly what I’d been trying to initiate before I saw how close they stood next to each other.I could almost smack my head for being oblivious to both of them the other day at the office. If I’d looked… truly and carefully, I probably would’ve spotted it.But
I raise a brow, encouraging her to go on while also knowing that her next words may be the reason I finally commit my first murder.“I’ve got this event coming up.” She starts. “It’s a regional summit. Big names will be there. I was thinking maybe you could… I don’t know, pass my name along? To Mr. Romano…”Okay, that’s not so bad. She wants him as an attendee. Or a special guest or speaker or even—“… As my plus one.”Oh…Without a doubt, this is all my fault. Lying to her about my relationship with the man in the first place. What do I even say to her request? Because there’s no way in hell I’m letting my husband go frolicking with some other chick. Particularly the one standing in front of me.“You could just ask him yourself.”“I was going to send an email, but who checks that these days?” Uh… CEO’s? With a multimillion-dollar company to run. “So, I thought asking you would be better and much quicker. You know, as his friend.”I narrow my eyes at her, noticing how she stresses the
I turn away and begin to move as sleekly as possible, mostly so that Viper doesn’t notice I’m trying to avoid someone and then proceed to make a scene of this little matter.Because that’s all it is. It’s something I can handle.I think.I’m almost at the wine aisle when I spot her again, and closer this time.Charlene is now by the dairy aisle, looking way too put together for a grocery run. She’s also in heels. Who the hell wears heels to buy milk? Right. Charlene, who was at work only minutes ago, suddenly appeared here after I arrived.I narrow my eyes, focusing on picking out the right wine for cooking, I may or may not be needing at all, but I’m still deciding to buy nonetheless.I want to assume Charlene’s presence here is merely a coincidence, but how much of a coincidence is it that we come across each other in one of the most random places ever? And still—she’s here. Smiling at yogurt.My instincts hum in warning, and so does my phone in my purse. I take it out to see if Ant
SONIA’S POV Six days. That’s exactly how long it’s been since I was married, since that crazy night of our wedding, and since I last saw Anthony, my supposed husband. How is it that I keep getting dumped more times than I can count? What’s worse, my morning sickness started three days ago,
SONIA’S POV The sounds I hear once we’re parked in the garage are somewhat distant and yet loud. Where are they coming from? “Come, Sonia. We don’t want to keep our guest waiting now, do we?” “Our guest? What do you mean?” I ask, bewildered. The train of my gown was taken off hours earlier
SONIA’S POV Father: I don’t know what you said to convince Mr. Romano, but whatever it was you said to him worked. How bold of him to think I said anything to convince Anthony. Turns out that I had nothing to be confused about after I had weighed my list of options that not so surprisingly d
SONIA’S POV Today started with me taking a brisk walk through the city park then… I found myself here, where it all began. The only difference is that I’m at the top of the New Orientals Hotel, so close to the edge that if I take a large step forward, I’d be falling 30 feet to my death. Death.







