LOGINI had sent them through his lawyer. Through his secretary. Through every channel I could think of. And every time, the response was the same: silence.He was ignoring the papers. Pretending they didn't exist. Living his life as if I had never been a part of it, as if our marriage had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience he could simply outlast.There had once been a time when I still clung to hope.A foolish part of me had believed that maybe, somewhere beneath all the lies and betrayals, Alistair still loved me. Maybe, in his own twisted way, he was trying to protect me. Maybe he was just confused. Maybe he needed time.Now I knew better.He was just a coward. Instead of facing reality, he chose to run from it. Instead of taking responsibility for his mistakes, he buried them beneath a carefully crafted fantasy and pretended the problem no longer existed.He wanted to have everything. The wife at home, the mistress in public, the daughter who worshipped him. He wanted to keep
MARY'S POV:She turned and walked back toward her room, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood. Her shoulders were slumped, just slightly, the way they always were when she was trying to be brave.I watched her go, and I felt something inside me harden.Not anger or sadness but it was something colder that was becoming more permanent.***That night, I didn't sleep.I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, counting nothing in particular. The house was quiet around me, the type of quiet that only came after midnight, when the world had finally stopped moving. Somewhere down the hall, Elowen was asleep, her small body curled around her stuffed rabbit, dreaming of a father who might show up for once.I thought about the parent-child event. About Elowen's face when I told her I would try. About the way she had nodded, accepting the lie before I had even finished telling it.She knew.Somehow, impossibly, she knew that her father wasn't coming. She knew it the same way she kne
MARY'S POV:Alistair's head snapped toward me."I said apologize to her." His voice was ice. "Right now."I stared at him.At the man kneeling on the floor beside another woman. At the man who had missed his daughter's birthday. At the man who had left me in a jail cell overnight. At the man who had just asked me to apologize for something I hadn't done."Right now, Mary," he repeated. His voice rose, filling the room. "Apologize."I didn't even bother responding.There were no words left. No arguments left. No tears left. I had spent them all, every single one and won't anymore.I turned around and walked into the house. The door closed behind me with a solid click, shutting out the cold air and the lamplight and the sound of Vesper's soft, practiced whimpers.The foyer was dark. The living room was dark. The whole house felt empty, hollowed out, as if someone had scooped out the insides and left nothing but the shell.Behind me, I heard footsteps on the porch. Then knocking. Loud an
MARY'S POV:She was standing exactly where I had left her, her hand still in Alistair's, her expression wounded and innocent. The slip dress hung from her shoulders like a second skin, pale silk that made her look fragile. Untouchable and definitely the kind of woman you wanted to protect.The kind of woman I would never be.I didn't answer. What was there to say? She had already won. She must have known it. Must have felt it, the way the room had shifted, the way Alistair had chosen her, the way I was standing alone in the doorway of my own home wearing another man's coat.Alistair stepped forward, his voice hardening."You can't just leave."I raised my eyebrows."I won't allow it." His jaw was tight, his eyes blazing with something that looked like anger but felt like something else. Something closer to fear. "You're angry right now. I understand that. But does that mean you've done nothing wrong? Vesper was here first. If anyone has been hurt the most in all of this, it's her."Ve
MARY'S POV:"No."The answer came so quickly that even Vesper looked surprised.For a brief moment, her hand loosened from Alistair's arm. Her fingers slid away, inch by inch, her composure cracking just long enough for me to see the woman beneath the mask. Then Alistair reached over and held onto hers, his fingers wrapping around her palm like he was afraid she might disappear.I watched his hand cover hers. Watched the way his thumb traced small circles on her skin, gentle and absent, the way he used to touch me when we were young and I still believed in forever.I wasn't surprised.Not anymore.The man standing before me was a stranger wearing my husband's face. I had spent the past year learning the shape of his silences, the weight of his absences, the way he could fill a room without ever really being present. But this—this casual claiming of her hand in front of me, this public choosing—was something new.Something I should have expected.Something I should have prepared for.B
MARY'S POV:I turned around.Alistair stood in the doorway of the living room, his tie loosened, his shirt untucked, his eyes fixed on the oversized suit jacket draped across my shoulders. Behind him, the lamps cast long shadows across the floor. The half‑empty glass of whiskey on the side table. The evidence of a night spent waiting.He frowned as he looked toward the driveway, still visible through the open front door."Who was that?"I didn't answer. My fingers curled into the wool of Marl's coat, holding it closed.Behind Alistair, footsteps padded down the stairs. Light. Vesper stepped out, wearing a delicate slip dress, pale that caught the low light. Her dark hair fell loose around her shoulders, and her feet were bare. She looked like she had just woken up, or like she had never gone to sleep.Following his gaze, she smiled lightly."Maybe it was a friend she met at one of those parties," she said. "After all, the man was driving a Lamborghini Huracán." She tilted her head, he
HANNAH’S POV: Thankfully. the traffic was merciful that evening. I arrived at Elijah’s office building earlier than expected, the sky painted in soft hues of gold as the sun began to set. I pulled into the parking lot, stepping out with excitement already fluttering in my chest. My phone rang ins
HANNAH'S POV: TWENTY HOURS LATER:"Wake up, you stupid bitch!"Those were the first words I heard, and before I could process them, ice-cold water slammed into my face. The shock of it stole the air from my lungs completely. I gasped violently, choking as my body jerked forward on pure instinct. M
HANNAH’S POV:My throat tightened painfully with emotion. I had to blink back tears.A waiter appeared then, perfectly timed, and began serving us. The food was incredible, course after course of beautifully plated dishes that tasted even better than they looked. But honestly, I barely tasted any o
HANNAH’S POV:My cheeks got warm and we both glanced at the twins finished building their wobbly masterpiece. Andrew stood proudly.“Daddy! Mommy! Look!” We clapped like the structure had won an engineering award.Then Amelia shouted, “Let’s play tag!”Before anyone could react, she took off runnin







