ログイン~AVA~The line in the prison cafeteria moves at a painfully slow pace.When I finally reach the front, a tray is shoved toward me with little care. I look down at the contents and feel my face twist in pure distaste. The food looks dull, poorly portioned, and completely unappetizing. It’s the kind of garbage one might throw out for a stray dog, not something meant for a person like me.“What the hell is this?” I whisper to myself.Before I can fully process the insult of it, a sudden force collides hard against my shoulder. The impact makes me stumble slightly, and a portion of the already miserable food spills off my tray onto the floor.Anger flares inside me instantly, and I spin around, ready to snap at whoever dared to push me. But I suddenly freeze.The woman standing behind me is broad, heavily muscled, with dark tattoos covering nearly half of her face. The sharp words that had been forming on my tongue die immediately in my throat.Viper.Even after only a week in this place
~LORETTE~My brows draw together at once.“A visitor?” I repeat.Aaron only shrugs lightly. “It’s Mr. Hawthorne.”The name makes my brows lift higher in surprise. Nate? What is he doing here in the middle of the day?For a second I remain still, processing the unexpected information. Then I carefully paste a composed smile onto my face.“I’ll be right there.” I tell Aaron.He gives a short nod and walks back toward the front of the gallery. Once he is gone, I set my paintbrush down gently on the nearby tray and turn to face Lana, who is still standing a little too close for comfort.“Since you’re so skilled at spectating my life,” I say calmly, “you’re welcome to tag along. That way you won’t miss any new updates.”Lana’s expression tightens immediately. She looks ready to spit something harsh through clenched teeth, but I do not give her the chance. I am already on my feet and walking out of the studio space toward the main gallery floor.Nate is easy to spot the moment I step into t
~NATE~I have never been bored in a meeting than I am right now, and somehow, it feels as though it’s stretching longer than necessary .As the executives continue discussing quarterly projections and partnership terms around the long conference table, my attention keeps slipping. Every few minutes, my eyes drift down to the watch on my wrist. Time seems to move slower than usual, and no matter how hard I try to focus on the numbers being presented, my thoughts keep returning to the same place.Lori.I wonder what she is doing at this hour, and whether she has eaten. I also find myself wondering whether the large house feels too quiet with only the staff moving around her.At one point, I discreetly pick up my phone beneath the edge of the table and type a short message.ME: Have you had lunch?The status changes to “Read” almost immediately, but no reply comes.Ouch.Instead of feeling irritated however, I find myself smiling slightly. So she is still committed to playing hard to g
~LORETTE~Later that night, I begin the second round of my plan.Our matrimonial bedroom is quiet except for the soft sound of the air conditioner and the occasional shift of fabric against the sheets. Nate lies on one side of the bed, his breathing steady, while I deliberately make myself as difficult as possible.I toss and turn without restraint, sprawling across the mattress as if I am deep in restless sleep. My arm swings carelessly and lands against his side. A few minutes later, my leg stretches out and bumps into his. Each movement is intentional, though I keep my eyes closed and my breathing even enough to appear unconscious.Gradually, the space he is left with grows smaller and smaller.By the time the night deepens, Nate has been pushed so far toward the edge of the bed that there is barely enough room for him to remain on it. If he shifts even slightly, he risks falling straight onto the floor with a heavy thud. A faint flicker of guilt rises in my chest at the sight
~LORETTE~The front doors of the Hawthorne mansion open as Nate and I step inside.“Welcome back, Mrs. Hawthorne.” A few of the house staff hurry forward at once, taking the bags from Michael’s hands and carefully carrying them upstairs. I had packed more than usual this time; enough clothes and personal items to last a full month. The thought of remaining under this roof for another thirty days sits heavily in the back of my mind, but I refuse to let it show on my face.I have already decided my mission, and it’s simple.No matter what Nate does, I will not allow any of it to reach me. I will make certain he grows tired of me so quickly that he will be the one eager to send me back to the Sterling estate long before the month is over.Earlier, while I was still packing in my room at the family estate, Ella had pulled me aside and given me a list of very specific tips. Act spoiled, act difficult, be as annoying and demanding as possible, and get under his skin until he can no longe
~LORETTE~The moment those words leave Nate’s mouth, silence falls over the entire room.For a few seconds I cannot seem to draw a proper breath. The air feels heavier, thicker, as if every pair of eyes in the dining room has suddenly turned the space smaller. Nate’s request still echoes in my ears, too large and too unexpected to settle all at once.Then, slowly, he starts to move closer to me, stopping just in front of me, barely two feet away. When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, stripped of the usual cockiness I once associated with him.“I know I’ve messed up in the past,” he says. “I have no one to blame but myself. I was wrong about you, and allowed myself to be manipulated by other people, and in doing so, I hurt you more than I can ever fully make up for.”His eyes remain fixed on mine, and I can see the sadness and guilt in them so clearly. “But I want to make things right.” He continues, eyes turning slightly misty. “I love you, Lori. I love you so much that I cann
~LORETTE~ “I don’t think that’s possible, Michael.” Nate says into the phone, his voice low and uncertain. He keeps staring at me, as if expecting my face to betray the truth. I hold my breath, heart hammering hard in my chest. “I have the evidence here, sir…” Michael’s voice suddenly pauses. Th
~LORETTE~ Nate bursts into a short, dry, humorless laugh as he stares at me like I’ve completely lost my mind. “You? Divorce?” He shakes his head, amusement dripping from his voice. “I have to admit that this one is indeed creative, almost cute.” I just stare at him calmly. This time, there’s no
~LORETTE~ “A divorce agreement?” Lucas’s frown deepens, as if I had just spoken in a foreign language. “What do you need that for?” The moment the words leave his mouth, regret hits me like a tornado. Instant shame washes over me, and I mentally slap myself for being so careless. Stupid. Stupid,
~LORETTE~ “Hospital?” Lucas’s voice immediately fills with heavy worry. “What happened? Are you okay, Lori?” “I got into an accident,” I reply quietly, not having the energy to explain more. We’re not close enough for that. “Oh God, Lori…” The panic in his voice grows. “Were you badly injured? Pl







