The next morning, the headlines exploded.Heiress Vivian Hart Ends Engagement—Rumored Affair with Reclusive Neighbor Caught in Scandalous Love Triangle.Vivian stared at the screen of her phone in silent horror, her thumb frozen over the “Do Not Disturb” notification. Her inbox was flooded—dozens of missed calls from her father, hundreds of unread messages, a litany of notifications that vibrated relentlessly on the table beside her coffee.Someone had leaked the story. And judging by the tone of the articles, they knew everything.Photos of her entering the cabin. A blurred shot of her and Ethan walking to his car. Another of them kissing in the parking lot outside her apartment complex.It felt like her skin was being peeled away, layer by layer, for the world to dissect.Ethan stepped out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, rubbing his wet hair with another towel. He saw her face immediately—pale, tight, eyes glazed with disbelief.“What is it?” he asked, his voice low but
Morning arrived quietly.A soft haze of pale gold spilled through the window, pooling on the wooden floor and crawling up the bed sheets like a warm secret. The cabin was still, save for the rhythmic crackle of dying embers in the hearth. Outside, birds chirped faintly, their songs muffled by the thick woods that surrounded the lake. It was peaceful, almost sacred—like the universe had paused to give them this sliver of serenity.Vivian stirred first.Her lashes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the soft light. She lay tangled in a blanket, her bare leg draped over Ethan’s, her head resting on his chest. His heartbeat thudded against her ear—steady, comforting, real. For a moment, she didn’t move. She just listened. Breathed. Felt.Ethan was still asleep.His arm wrapped around her waist with protective certainty, and his other hand rested open on the pillow beside her head. There was a calmness on his face she hadn’t seen before. The usual tension around his jaw was gone. His brows
The silence inside the car was suffocating. Vivian sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes focused on the dark road ahead. Ethan gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white, the only sound between them was the soft hum of the engine and the occasional sigh that escaped his lips.Neither of them spoke.It wasn’t just the tension from their earlier argument. It was the way everything had unraveled so quickly, so violently. The way Daniel had looked at them when he caught them together still haunted Vivian’s mind. There had been betrayal in his eyes, but also fury—a fury she hadn’t expected.She rubbed her temple. "I still can’t believe that happened."Ethan glanced sideways at her, his voice low and rough. "Do you regret it?"Vivian turned sharply toward him. "Is that really what you want to ask me right now?""Yes," he said simply, jaw clenched.She inhaled, steadying herself. "I don’t regret us. I regret the way it happened. I regret hurting peo
The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the quiet room, but neither Vivian nor Ethan paid it any attention. The aftermath of the night before clung to the air like smoke after a fire. She stood near the window, arms crossed, staring blankly at the city beyond. The morning light streamed in, warm and gentle, but there was nothing warm about the silence between them.Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his head in his hands. He could still feel the heat of her touch from hours before, the way she had whispered his name like a prayer, the way she had trembled beneath him. But now, there was only distance."Are you going to say anything?" he finally asked, voice low.Vivian turned slightly, her eyes tired but guarded. "What is there to say, Ethan?"He looked up at her, jaw clenched. "That last night meant something. That it wasn’t just... just a mistake to you."She hesitated, then exhaled. "It meant something. But it doesn’t change reality."Ethan stood up slowly, crossing the ro
The room was dimly lit, the scent of fresh linen mingling with a trace of lavender from the diffuser on the nightstand. Vivian sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers anxiously toying with the hem of her sweater. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, but her thoughts were far away—locked in the chaos of the past few weeks, the chaos that was Ethan Carter.The silence was heavy between them. Ethan leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. He had come to her apartment unannounced, again. But this time, he wasn’t here to tease or seduce. He was here to talk. Or so he said."Vivian," he said, finally breaking the silence. His voice was low, almost cautious. "We can’t keep doing this. Hiding. Pretending nothing happened."She flinched at the truth in his words."You think I don’t know that?" she snapped, her voice tinged with frustration. "You think this is easy for me? I’m risking everything, Ethan. Everything."He took a step forward. "And I’m n
Vivian huddled on the edge of her bed, the weight of the past twenty-four hours pinning her chest under an iron fist. Her phone continued to buzz on the nightstand, display flashing with Ethan's name over and over. But she just could not answer.All had disintegrated so quickly. Her father's rage, the threats, Daniel's face of betrayal. The shame that ate at her for wanting something—someone—she wasn't supposed to have. And Ethan…She ran her fingers through her hair, already feeling the throb of a migraine at her temples.Ethan punched the bag in the gym basement across the city, sweat dripping down his face, muscles sore from the viciousness of his rage. Mason leaned against the wall behind him, arms crossed, watching in silence with a scowl."You done sulking yet?" Mason asked.Ethan growled and launched one last sadistic punch before fleeing. "They threatened her, Mason. Her father burst in like some piece of crap mafia boss. You saw his face—he'd kill me if he could."Mason tosse