LOGINEve, a loyal homemaker and mother, is blindsided when her billionaire husband Gabriel’s affair with his secretary Emily is exposed. Broken and betrayed, Eve files for divorce. Gabriel, arrogant and emotionally distant, strings Emily along with promises of a future he hasn’t committed to. Just days before finalizing the divorce, Gabriel is involved in a helicopter crash that causes partial memory loss. He forgets everything from the past three years—including the affair. He wakes believing he’s still married to Eve. Emily is told to stay away for his psychological safety, but bitterness festers. She watches as Gabriel grows closer to Eve again—unknowingly betraying her all over again. Eve is furious, but intrigued. This version of Gabriel is nothing like the man who betrayed her. As feelings begin to stir, Emily begins to fight harder, manipulating the truth to take back what she believes was promised. Only one woman will reclaim him. Only one will walk away healed.
View MoreThe air inside the warehouse was colder than the rain — still, metallic, filled with the ghosts of things left unfinished.I moved through the dark, my flashlight slicing the air in trembling arcs. The smell of oil, dust, and old machinery clung to everything, like the bones of Gabriel’s family empire still refusing to die.“Sebastian,” I whispered, pressing a hand to my earpiece. “Talk to me.”Static crackled. Then his low voice:“South wing clear. Two heat signatures ahead — one moving, one still. Could be her and Gabriel.”“Her?” My pulse stumbled. “You mean Emily?”He hesitated. “You said she was dead right.”“She was,” I breathed. “She—she was.”The air seemed to tighten around me as I said it.I crept forward, every sound magnified — my own heartbeat, the soft click of my shoes against the wet floor. Then, faintly, beneath it all, I heard something.A lullaby.I froze. My throat closed up.Lila’s lullaby.The sound looped through the warehouse, distant and eerie, coming from a s
The rain didn’t stop.It just changed — slower, heavier, colder — a curtain instead of a storm.I sat in the backseat, staring out the window, my reflection ghosted against the passing lights. My phone buzzed once on my lap — a missed call.Lila.My daughter’s name blinked across the screen like a heartbeat. I lifted it halfway, then lowered it again. I couldn’t answer. Not yet. Not when my voice still shook.“Hey,” Sebastian said softly from the passenger seat. “You should call her back.”My throat ached. “What do I tell her? That her father’s world is built on ghosts?”Sebastian didn’t answer. He just looked at me, and for a moment, something unspoken passed between us—a softness he didn’t usually let through. Then he turned back to the road.In the driver’s seat, Gabriel was silent. His grip on the wheel was steady, but his knuckles were white. The flash drive sat in the cupholder, small and deadly as a secret.“She saw us,” he muttered finally. “That woman — she wanted us to find
The sirens were getting closer.Fast.Red and blue lights began to flicker faintly against the low-hanging fog, washing the street in colour. The smell of gunpowder mixed with rain and oil was thick in the air.I knelt beside Emily’s still body, numb. My fingers were slick with rain and blood, but I couldn’t make myself move. Couldn’t look away from Emily’s open eyes — glassy, unfocused, almost peaceful.“She’s gone,” I whispered.Gabriel crouched beside her, his breathing ragged. “Eve—”“She was trying to tell us something,” I said, voice shaking. “She said she didn’t finish it.”Sebastian staggered closer, holding his wounded arm. “Whatever she started, someone else just finished for her.” He looked toward the retreating glow of the SUV, barely visible through the mist. “And they’re cleaning up loose ends.”Gabriel’s jaw tightened. “We’re the next loose ends.”The sound of sirens grew louder — multiple vehicles now, engines revving as they turned into the street. Tyres splashing thr
The night split open.Rain hammered against the cracked windscreen as my scream tore through the dark. The car jerked sideways, tyres skidding on wet asphalt, glass raining over my lap. I shielded my face, heart slamming against my ribs.“Eve!”Sebastian’s voice came from somewhere behind the haze of sound and flashing lights. He grabbed the steering wheel, wrenching it straight. The car groaned, spun, then slammed to a stop against the guardrail with a metallic crunch.For a moment, everything went still — except the rain.My breath came in shallow gasps. My hands shook, blood streaking across my knuckles where the glass had cut me.“Eve, talk to me!” Sebastian’s voice broke through the chaos. He reached across the console, cupping my face. “Are you hurt?”I shook my head, dazed. “I—I think I’m fine.”Then I froze.A dark figure moved through the downpour ahead. The headlights caught him for a heartbeat — soaked shirt clinging to his chest, eyes wild with panic.Gabriel.He ran towar
The door clicked shut behind me and Sebastian.Silence spilt into the apartment — a strange, heavy quiet that pressed into every corner. Gabriel didn’t move. He just stood there, staring at the black screen of his phone, its reflection fractured across the glass table.Emily watched him carefully,
“Eve?”Gabriel’s voice was closer now—rough, heavy with sleep, but edged with suspicion.I froze by the doorway, my hand still resting against the back door. The house felt too quiet. Too exposed.“I—” My throat tightened. “I couldn’t sleep.”Gabriel descended the stairs slowly, one hand on the rai
The moment the door clicked shut, I sagged against it, pressing my forehead to the cool wood. My heartbeat refused to slow.I stared at the message again, its words pulsing like a heartbeat of their own.You did the right thing. Trust me. Don’t tell him yet.My thumb hovered above the reply box. Wh
My hand hovered over the bannister, my gaze darting between the staircase leading up to Gabriel and the front door that separated me from the night.Wake him? Tell him?My throat tightened at the memory of his face earlier—suspicion carved into every line, his voice hard as steel when he’d demanded






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