Daphne's POV The moment I stepped back into the house after facing the reporters, I felt like my knees were about to buckle under me.I wasn’t ready for any of that.Their flashing cameras, their voices shouting questions all at once, their eyes full of curiosity, pressure, and judgment—it was too much. It reminded me that I was living someone else’s life, standing in shoes that weren’t meant for me.My heart was still beating fast. I tried to calm down, placing my hand over my chest, but it didn’t help much. My ankle still hurt from the previous injury, and I could feel it getting sore again.As I rushed inside, trying to escape the overwhelming emotions, I didn’t notice the slight step at the entrance. My foot caught it. In a second, I lost my balance and fell hard onto the floor."Agh!" I gasped.Pain shot up my leg, and I felt tears sting my eyes. I stayed there for a moment, not moving, not even trying to get up.I’d been trying to be strong for so long. Trying to be Daisy. Tryi
Daphne's POV That morning, I woke up in Oliver’s arms, the soft sunlight creeping in through the curtains. My ankle still hurt, but there was something comforting about being close to him like this. He had barely slept, constantly checking if I was okay. His tenderness, the way he held me close all night—it made my heart ache in a different way. I hated that he had to worry about me.We were still tangled in the sheets when we heard a soft knock on the door. Before we could answer, Brittany pushed it open gently and stepped inside. She looked slightly out of breath, as if she had hurried to get here.“Christine left just a few minutes ago,” she began, her voice laced with suspicion. “But something’s off.”I blinked, rubbing my eyes as I slowly sat up. “What do you mean?”Brittany stepped closer. “I caught her last night… sneaking back in around midnight. She said she was coming from downstairs to get some air, but she looked nervous.”My heart skipped. “I told you she didn’t come her
Christine's POV The morning sun peeked through the curtains of the guest room, bright and unforgiving. I hadn’t slept much—not after what I found last night. My mind had been racing all night long. I could barely lie still. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face in those pages. Daisy. Smiling. Writing. Plotting.She had written so much in those journals. About her marriage with Oliver, about how he made her feel safe and adored. But what shook me the most was what she wrote about my own husband—Xavier. The secret meetings, the stolen kisses, the moments of guilt that always led to more betrayal.I had suspected for years that Xavier was hiding something. He had changed—he was distant, cold, and always finding ways to stay late at the office. But I never thought the woman in the shadows was Daisy. Sweet, smiling, innocent Daisy. Now I knew the truth.And I was furious.I needed to get out of that house before I exploded. I couldn’t face Oliver. Not when I had proof that his belov
Christine's POV It was well past midnight when I finally sat up in bed.The house was quiet, just the way I liked it. Everyone must be asleep by now. Perfect.I slid out from under the covers and padded across the room in silence. The guest room I was given was spacious and comfortable—much better than I expected. But I wasn't here to sleep. I had a plan.I walked over to the intercom on the wall and pressed the button. After a few seconds, a voice responded. I asked politely, “Could someone come help me with something in my room?”The voice replied, “Yes ma’am, I’ll send someone right away.”I sat back on the edge of the bed, calm but alert. Within minutes, a soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” I called sweetly.The door opened and a girl stepped inside. She looked young—probably just around twenty. Her frame was small, and she walked carefully, as if trying not to disturb anything. She had smooth dark skin, her black hair was tied back in a neat bun, and her uniform was slightly
Daphne's POV I walked quietly into the guest room where Brittany was fluffing the pillows and fixing the bedsheets. She turned around as soon as she heard the door close."Finally," I whispered, leaning against the wall. "I needed to get away from her for a second."Brittany raised a brow. "Christine?"I nodded and stepped closer. "Why is she suddenly interested in spending the night here? It’s not like we’re best friends or anything."Brittany folded her arms, sighing. "She said her car broke down. Maybe it's genuine.""Maybe," I muttered. "But I don’t trust her. I never have."There was a long pause between us. Brittany didn’t say anything, but her face told me she wasn’t completely convinced either. We both knew Christine was unpredictable, and she had a strange way of showing up when things were going well—only to make them worse."I think she’s up to something," I said. "Keep your eyes open tonight. Please."Brittany nodded. "Don’t worry, I will."We both finished fixing the room
Christine's The sound of my heels echoed on the marble floor as I stepped into the grand living room of Oliver and Daisy’s mansion that Saturday evening. I didn’t call ahead. I didn’t want to. Surprises make people uncomfortable and that’s exactly what I wanted.Oliver and Daphne looked up from the couch with confused faces.“Christine?” Oliver stood. “What brings you here?”I gave a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, I was in the neighborhood and thought to drop by. Just to say hello.”It wasn’t true. I had planned this visit carefully. Ever since that board meeting where she dared to say yes to dancing, I knew something was off. This wasn’t the Daisy I knew. She was too scared, too delicate. But this version? Bold, determined, and strangely calm under pressure. My gut told me something was wrong. I just needed proof.“Come in, please,” Oliver said, gesturing toward the armchair across from him.Daisy smiled at me politely and offered me juice. “Would you like something to drink?”“No, thank y