تسجيل الدخولPOV: EvelynI leave the gala early. I don’t storm out or make a scene. I just disappear the second I can breathe again because if one more person stops me to talk about “how inspiring” my speech was, I might actually lose my mind.Toby fell asleep in the car on the way home. He’s still half asleep when I carry him upstairs, his arms loosely around my neck while his head rests against my shoulder.“Mommy,” he mumbles sleepily.“Hmm?”“You looked sad tonight.”My chest tightens slightly.“I’m fine baby.”“You do the face again when you lie.”Of course I did. I kiss the top of his head quietly before pushing open his bedroom door with my shoulder.“You’re too smart,” I mutter.“I know,” he whispers proudly before immediately falling back asleep the second I lay him down.I stand there for a minute after covering him properly.Just watching him because every single thing happening right now comes back to him eventually and I hate that more than anything.Arthur digging.Samantha running.
POV: NinaFor a second after Evelyn walks away, I can’t move.I just stand there staring after her while my chest tightens so hard it actually hurts. The look on her face keeps replaying in my head over and over again. Not anger.Disappointment.That’s worse.“Nina,” Rebecca says quietly behind me.I pull away from her immediately.“Don’t.”My voice comes out sharper than I intended and Rebecca goes silent for a second. I turn fully toward her now, my breathing uneven as I run a hand through my hair.“This is exactly what I didn’t want,” I mutter.“She was going to find out eventually.”“That’s not the point.”Rebecca watches me carefully while I pace once near the sinks, my heels clicking against the marble floor louder than they should.“She thinks I betrayed her.”Rebecca’s expression barely changes. “Did you?”I stop moving and my head snaps toward her.“That’s not fair.”“No,” Rebecca agrees calmly. “But it’s still a question.”I stare at her in disbelief for a second before lett
POV: EvelynIt took weeks before I finally received my invitation and when it was time to go, I almost canceled twice before I even left the house.Not because I’m nervous. I stopped being nervous about public appearances a long time ago. It comes with business. Cameras, interviews, fake smiles, people pretending they support causes they barely care about because it looks good in photographs.I can handle all that. What I can’t handle is the fact that tonight puts everything in the same room.Arthur.Rebecca.Nina.Malachi.And me.Right in the center of it.Toby is sitting on the couch while I finish adjusting the clasp of my earrings. He looks up from the tablet in his hands when I walk into the living room and his face immediately brightens.“You look fancy,” he says.I snort softly. “That’s one word for it.”“You look rich-rich,” he corrects.“That’s definitely the same thing.”He grins and hops off the couch, walking over to me. His little hands smooth over the front of my dress
POV: ArthurI don’t sleep.By three in the morning, I stop pretending I’m trying to.The city lights cut through the glass walls of the penthouse, stretching across the floor in long pale lines while I sit in the dark with a drink I haven’t touched in over twenty minutes. My phone is still on the table beside me, screen dim, the photo of Toby burned into my head so deeply at this point that I don’t even need to look at it anymore.Every time I close my eyes, I see him.And every time I see him, I see her standing beside him like I was never supposed to exist in that picture.My jaw tightens slightly.No.That’s the part I can’t let go of because Evelyn didn’t just leave me. She rebuilt an entire life without me in it and somehow that irritates me more than the lies.The soft sound of footsteps pulls me out of my thoughts and I glance up just as Rebecca walks into the room wearing one of my old shirts like she owns the place.Maybe she thinks she does.“You’re brooding again,” she says
POV: NinaRebecca’s finger slides under my chin, turning my face toward hers. I’ve seen that look before.“I want to help my princess feel better,” she murmurs, her voice low and velvet-smooth, wrapping around the words like a promise.Something inside me cracks open at the endearment. “Princess.” It’s been so long since she called me that. My shoulders sag. The fight I carried through the door, the guilt over Evelyn, the failed phone call. I melt. There’s no other word for it. My body leans into her without permission, seeking the warmth I’ve tried so hard to forget.Rebecca smiles in satisfaction, as if she’s been waiting for exactly this moment. She doesn’t ask. She never does when she knows what I need. Her hand slips from my chin to the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair, and she pulls me in.Our lips meet, soft at first, then deeper. I taste the faint trace of whiskey on her tongue from the untouched glass she’d set aside. My hands come up instinctively, fisting in
POV: NinaI shouldn’t be here.That’s the first thing that sits in my head as I stand outside her door, staring at it like it’s going to give me a different answer if I wait long enough. It won’t. It never does with her. Rebecca doesn’t do hesitation. She doesn’t do second chances handed out easily.And I still came anyway.I let out a slow breath and push the door open before I can change my mind. If I stand here any longer, I’ll walk away and pretend I didn’t almost do this, and I don’t have that option anymore. Not after everything that’s already gone wrong.The door shuts behind me with a soft click.She’s already there.Of course she is. Rebecca is sitting on the couch like she’s been expecting me, one arm stretched along the back, a glass sitting untouched in her hand. She doesn’t look surprised. She doesn’t even look curious.She just looks at me.“You took your time,” she says.Her voice is calm, like this is nothing, like I didn’t just walk into something I’ve been trying to







