ANMELDEN~LORETTE~“Cheers to Lori, the newest champion in the family!” Jace’s voice booms through the dining room as he pops open a bottle of wine.Laughter immediately erupts around the table. Everyone raises their glasses.“To Lori!”The sound of crystal clinking fills the room. Warmth spreads through my chest as I look around the table. Jace is grinning from ear to ear. Lucas looks like he’s personally won the competition himself. Hunter and Ella can’t seem to stop smiling.“You’ve made us proud, Lori,” Lucas says. “Ridiculously proud.”I laugh and shake my head. “You guys are acting like I won an Oscar.”“You practically did.” Jace shoots back. “And don’t even start with the humble act. You earned this.”I feel close to tears, being surrounded by people who celebrate my victories as though they’re their own.A few minutes later, my brothers pull Marcus into a video call.His face appears on the screen almost immediately.“Congratulations, Lori.” His usual stern expression brightens with
~NATE~For a couple of seconds, Ava only stares at me. Every color drains slowly from her face, disbelief replacing the confidence she’d worn all evening.Then she lets out a shaky laugh.“Nate… what are you talking about?”“I figured you’d deny it.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and tap the video.The footage begins to play.The second Ava sees herself on the screen, she looks just as pale as a ghost. After asking security to delete the footage earlier, I made sure to get a copy sent to me first because I suspected she might try to lie. And she just did.So now, not only is she a manipulator, but also a liar. The two combinations I hate the most.“Nate, I…” she stutters, the words dying before they fully form.Her shoulders sag, then tears spill down her cheeks.“I messed up, didn’t I?”“You think?” The bitterness in my voice catches me off guard. “I expected better from you, Ava.”She lowers her head as sobs shake her frame.“I was insecure and scared,” she whispers
~NATE~“We believe you arrived with one of the contestants, Miss Ava Sterling, correct, sir?”The second security officer’s question only deepens the frown already pulling at my brow as I follow them into the security office.Several monitors line the walls, each displaying footage from different sections of the building.“Yes,” I answer. “Why?”The two men exchange a glance before one of them steps toward a monitor and begins rewinding the footage.“Actually, sir, there appears to be a problem.”The video stops.A hooded woman appears on the black-and-white screen. She’s inside the gallery.At first glance, nothing seems unusual. Then I notice the way she keeps looking over her shoulder before approaching one of the displayed paintings.Her movements are hurried and nervous like a thief as she lifts the artwork and quickly leaves the room.My confusion grows.“What’s this supposed to mean?”The officer turns toward me. “Does she look familiar?”I study the footage, but the hood obscu
~NATE~“Congratulations on winning, Lori. You were incredible out there.”“No, that’s too much.” I drag a hand through my hair and pace near the building’s exit.“Congrats, Lori.”I stop. That sounds stupid too.For the past ten minutes, I’ve been standing here like an idiot, rehearsing different ways to talk to my wife while she remained inside accepting congratulations from literally everyone at the competition.The irony isn’t lost on me.I have spent years convincing myself Lori wasn’t talented, ambitious or worthy enough. Only for her to walk onto that stage and prove me wrong in front of hundreds of people.Not only is she talented, but she’s also exceptional.Even Ava, who had attended one of the most prestigious art schools in the country, wasn’t able to move the audience the way Lori did.Heavens, why am I overthinking things?I’m sure it’s just that I feel it’s right to congratulate her. Or maybe I simply want an excuse to properly look at her.Because ever since she’d stepp
~LORETTE~ Despite the humiliation threatening to swallow me whole, I somehow manage to stay seated. The old me would’ve run out of this hall long ago. I would’ve hidden in the nearest restroom and cried until everyone forgot I existed. But for Ella’s sake, I sit quietly and watch as the judges continue scoring the remaining paintings. When participant twelve’s artwork is revealed, a few judges nod in approval. Participant nineteen earns impressed murmurs from the audience. Then participant twenty-two’s painting is brought forward, and I don’t need anyone to announce the artist’s name before I know who it is. One look at Ava’s face and I already know it’s hers. The confidence radiating from her is a dead give-away. The moment the covering cloth is removed, appreciative gasps ripple through the hall. At the center of the painting stands a massive ancient tree, its branches stretched toward the sky. As the eye travels across the canvas, the seasons change around it—spri
~LORETTE~ Within minutes, everyone is seated and the hall falls into a tense silence as the final round officially begins. My heart is pounding so hard that I can barely hear anything else, but I still manage to keep myself together. Thankfully, Ella is beside me. She reaches for my hand beneath the table and gives it a reassuring squeeze, offering me a small smile. At the center of the stage, the host steps forward with a microphone. “As stated in the rules communicated to all finalists,” he announces, “all paintings were submitted yesterday and collected ahead of today’s event. To ensure fairness, every artwork will be judged anonymously, with only participant numbers attached to each piece.” Excited murmurs ripple through the hall. “No names will be revealed until the scoring process is complete. The judges will evaluate each painting based solely on creativity, execution, and interpretation of the theme: Time.” I swallow hard. Yesterday, after finishing my paintin
~LORETTE~ We all turn at once. Grandma Nessa. She’s already making her way toward us, her walking stick tapping firmly against the floor as she walks. Even with age slowing her steps, there is still something commanding about her presence. The kind that makes people instinctively straighten up.
~LORETTE~ “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want one of us to drive you there?” Lucas asks for what feels like the hundredth time, concern written all over his face as we stand outside the house. “I’m really not comfortable with you taking a cab alone, Lori. It’s dangerous.” All of them had insis
~NATE~ Standing up abruptly, I grab my suit jacket from the back of the chair, completely ignoring the maid still apologizing behind me. I’m already in a bad mood. If I stay another second in this house, I might actually lose my temper for real. Without sparing her another glance, I storm outside
~NATE~ “What the hell?” I stop short the moment I step out of the bathroom, water still dripping faintly from my hair. My eyes narrow at the empty space on the bed. Every single morning, without fail, my suit and tie are always neatly arranged there, pressed to perfection and ready for me to wea







