Kira Westbrook Is Dead

“Kira Westbrook died the night her husband chose to save someone else.”

Someone screamed, “Fire!”

For two seconds, everyone froze, looking around in confusion, the company gala was a mess. Then the crowd ran toward the exits.

Kira turned toward the nearest exit, but the crowd was already rushing that way. She changed direction, heading for the side stairwell. Her heart was pounding as smoke began filtering in from the hall.

Twenty feet from safety, her heel caught on something, she stumbled, and her ankle twisted violently. She hit the ground hard, the impact jolting through her palms.

“Move!” A man in a suit stepped over her without slowing.

She grabbed the edge of a nearby table and tried to pull herself up. Her ankle wouldn’t hold her weight. The smoke was getting thicker, burning her throat.

Through the chaos, she spotted Adrian near the main doors. He was scanning the room, his phone pressed to his ear.

Relief crashed through her. Finally, her husband was coming, he’d find her. He’d help.

Their eyes locked.

He took a step in her direction.

Kira reached out her hand as he was coming towards her.

“ADRIAN! HELP ME!”

Vanessa’s voice, high and panicked, cut through the noise.

Adrian’s head snapped toward the sound. He looked at Kira, still on the ground, then back toward where Vanessa’s voice had come from.

Kira reached for him again. “Adrian, my ankle”

“You’re fine,” he said, barely glancing at her. “Vanessa needs help.”

“I can’t walk…”

“Figure it out, Kira. You always do.”

He stepped over her and ran to Vanessa.

“That was the moment. Kira Westbrook died on that ballroom floor. What stood up was someone else entirely.”

Kira sat frozen, her hand still outstretched, watching her husband disappear into the crowd.

Someone bumped into her and she nearly hit her head. Her eyes were watering from the smoke already or maybe from something else.

“Mommy!” Lily appeared beside her, tears streaming down her face. “We have to go!”

“I know, baby.” Kira forced herself to stand, gritting her teeth against the pain. She leaned heavily on her daughter as they limped toward the stairwell.

Behind them, she heard Ethan calling for his father. Not for her.

They made it outside. Fire trucks were pulling up, sirens wailing. Kira sank onto the curb, her lungs burning, her ankle throbbing. Lily pressed against her side, still crying.

Across the plaza, Adrian knelt beside Vanessa. A paramedic was checking her, but Adrian’s focus was entirely on his secretary. His hand rested on her shoulder. He brushed something from her cheek, his touch gentle.

Her son Ethan stood next to him, small hand on Adrian’s back.

Kira’s chest tightened. She’d seen Adrian worried before. About deals falling through. About stock prices dropping. But this? This tenderness on his face?

She’d never seen him look at her like that.

A paramedic crouched in front of her. “Let me see that ankle, ma’am.”

She let him work, barely registering his words about sprains and ice and keeping it elevated. Her eyes stayed locked on her husband.

The fire was already under control. Kitchen grease fire, someone nearby said. Minimal damage. Everyone would be going home soon.

Adrian helped Vanessa to her feet, steadying her when she swayed. Then he looked around and finally spotted Kira.

He walked over with Ethan trailing behind him.

“You okay?” His tone was casual, like he was asking if she’d picked up his dry cleaning.

“My ankle”

“Yeah, I saw. Try to pull yourself together before we leave. My mum said it looked undignified, you sitting on the curb like that,there are paparazzi everywhere, I don’t want any online saga.” He glanced back at Vanessa. “Vanessa handled the situation much better.”

“Fine.” She said.

“Good. I’m going to take Vanessa home. She’s pretty shaken up.” He checked his watch. “Can you get Ethan back?”

The words landed like a slap. Not I’m sorry I didn’t help you. Not thank god you’re safe. Just Can you handle our son while I take care of my secretary.

“Of course.”

“I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up.” He was already turning away.

“Daddy!” Lily jumped to her feet. “Mommy’s hurt and you didn’t even help her!”

Adrian glanced back. “Mommy’s tough, sweetheart. She can handle it.” He smiled, that easy smile that used to make Kira’s stomach flip. “Right, Kira?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Just walked back to Vanessa, helped her into his car, closed her door carefully. Then he drove away.

Kira just sat on the curb with her injured ankle, it’s been nine years already. The contract was almost complete. Two more days and she’d have fulfilled every obligation. Given him heirs. Played the perfect wife. Secured his inheritance.

“Is Miss Vanessa going to be okay?” Ethan asked quietly, cutting her thought.

“Your father’s taking care of her.” She replied

“Dad was really worried about her. He was so brave.”

Lily made a small, choked sound. Kira squeezed her hand but said nothing. What was there to say?

The drive home was silent. Ethan stared out the window. Lily fell asleep, exhausted from crying. Kira’s hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white.

At home, she got them ready for bed on autopilot. Lily clung to her. “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, baby. So much.”

Ethan mumbled goodnight and asked when Dad would be back.

“Soon.” The lie tasted bitter.

When their doors closed, Kira stood in her bedroom.

She walked to her closet and pulled down a small suitcase. Then another for Lily.

Her movements were methodical as she packed. A week’s worth of clothes. Toiletries. Her passport. The documents she’d kept hidden. For Lily, her stuffed rabbit and favorite books.

She didn’t pack anything for Ethan. That choice hurt worse than her ankle, but he’d made his choice tonight. Following his father. Asking about Vanessa. Never once checking if his mother was okay.

At her desk, she found a piece of paper and wrote quickly.

**Adrian,**

**I’m done begging for crumbs in my own marriage.**

**Nine years ago, I signed a contract. I gave you heirs. I secured your inheritance.**

**The contract ends in two days. I’m not staying to see it expire.**

**I’m taking Lily. Ethan made his choice tonight. He can stay with the family he’s chosen.**

**Don’t look for us.**

**You had nine years to love me. You chose not to.**

**I’m choosing myself now.**

**Kira**

She folded the note and placed it on Adrian’s pillow in the master bedroom he barely slept in anymore.

Downstairs, the front door opened. Adrian’s footsteps crossed the foyer, climbed the stairs. They passed her door without slowing. His office door clicked shut.

He hadn’t checked on her. Hadn’t knocked. Hadn’t asked if his children were safe.

Kira lay back on the bed, still in her smoke-stained dress, and stared at the ceiling and thought to herself, in the morning, she’d remember who she was before she gave up everything for a man who couldn’t even choose her when it mattered most.”

She’d stop being Kira Westbrook and become Kira Ashford again.

She pulled out her phone and scrolled to a contact she hadn’t used in nine years. Her finger hovered over the name.

Marcus Ashford. CEO. Her Brother.

She typed quickly.

**Can you send a car tomorrow morning? 6am. I’m ready to come home.**

She hit send.

The front door to her room opened.