Mag-log inEthan’s POVI barely slept that night.I stayed in the uncomfortable chair beside Amelia’s bed, one hand wrapped around hers the whole time. Every time she shifted, I woke up. Every time a machine beeped, my heart stopped. By morning, my back hurt and my eyes burned, but I didn’t care.She was still here. Still breathing. Still safe.A nurse came in around eight. “Mr. Sterling, the doctor will be in soon. She’ll need some tests.”I nodded and tried not to look as tired as I felt.Amelia blinked awake a few minutes later. She looked confused at first, then she saw me and relaxed.“You stayed,” she whispered.“Of course I did.”She pushed her hair out of her face, wincing a little. “You didn’t have to.”“I did,” I said, because it was the truth. “I wasn’t leaving you alone.”She looked down at our hands, then slowly loosened her grip. “You can go home, Ethan. Shower. Rest.”“I’m fine.”“You’re exhausted.”“And you’re in a hospital bed,” I said. “That matters more.”She didn’t argue afte
Ethan’s POVI hated hospitals.Hospitals always felt too bright. Sometimes they were too quiet in the wrong places and too loud in the ones that mattered.I sat on the hard plastic chair outside Amelia’s room, elbows on my knees, hands tangled in my hair. Every few seconds I looked at the door even though nothing changed. A nurse had told me she was stable, but “stable” wasn’t enough. Not when she’d passed out in my arms. Not when she’d said her stomach hurt.I checked my phone again. No messages. Just the faint smell of antiseptic.Footsteps came down the hall. I looked up and saw Detective Hale. He held a folder under his arm and looked like he hadn’t slept in days.“Sterling,” he said.I stood. “She’s okay. They said she’s okay.”“I know.” Hale nodded. “I spoke to the doctor. She’s under observation. They’re keeping her overnight.”Relief punched through me, but only halfway. “What about the baby?”Hale’s expression softened a little. “The OB team is working on that. They won’t kno
Ethan’s POVI wasn’t supposed to follow her.But when I saw Amelia leaving the precinct earlier that afternoon, pale and quiet, something in me said she wasn’t going home.She’d looked like she was carrying the whole world on her shoulders. And I’d had enough of not knowing what she was keeping from me.So I followed her car. Kept a few lengths behind.When she parked near the river, outside that little restaurant with too many glass windows, my gut twisted..Sienna’s car was already there.I stayed in the car at first, watching through the window. The place was almost empty. Just a waiter by the counter, wiping glasses. Then I saw Sienna walk in, confident as ever, but there was something off. Her hair was messy, lipstick smudged, and her steps didn’t match her smile.Amelia stood when she saw her, nervous but trying to hide it. They started talking. From outside, I couldn’t hear the words, but I saw Amelia sitting rigid, Sienna leaning forward like a knife about to cut.Then Sienna
Amelia’s POVI was filled with guilt. I didn’t sleep much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Leo’s face.The morning light made everything worse. The apartment looked too normal with the coffee machine humming, TV mumbling in the background, the smell of toast I didn’t eat. Ethan had gone to work early and as usual I was home alone. After a while, I stood up, grabbed my coat, and left. I had to see Dr Marks.At the station, the same officer from yesterday gave me a look like he recognized me but didn’t say anything. I told him I needed to see Dr. Marks. He made a quick call and waved me through.The visiting room was cold. Marks sat behind the glass, wearing a beige jumpsuit that made him look smaller somehow. He smiled when he saw me, like I’d just shown up for coffee instead of this.“You shouldn’t have come,” he said into the phone.“I had to.” I sat down. My fingers wouldn’t stay still. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”He gave a small shrug. “It’s already done.”“You didn’t kill
Ethan’s POVThe drive to the precinct was quiet. Amelia sat beside me, hands folded in her lap, her shoulders pressed back against the seat like she was trying to disappear. I wanted to reach over and take her hand, but I didn’t. She’d barely spoken since morning, and every time I said her name, she just nodded like she was underwater.We hit a red light, and rain tapped against the windshield in small, sharp beats. “You don’t have to come in,” I said finally. “I’ll talk to Hale myself.”Her voice was thin. “I should be there.”“I’ll handle it.”She didn’t argue, but her fingers tightened on her jeans. Her wedding band glinted under the weak daylight, and for a second I thought about the night I’d put it there and how sure I’d been that I could keep her safe.Now I wasn’t sure of anything.I pulled into the lot outside the precinct and turned off the engine. Amelia stared straight ahead at the glass doors.“Ethan,” she said quietly. “What if this makes everything worse?”“It won’t.”
Ethan’s POVSienna smiled like she’d just handed me a loaded gun. “That's all I'm going to say, handsome.” She winked at me and I frowned. Why the hell was she not giving up?And then she turned and walked out, swinging her hips from side to side.The door shut behind her, and the room went too quiet. I stood there for a full minute, staring at the door, my pulse still running ahead of me.‘Ask her where she was last night.’ What the hell was that supposed to mean?I sat down again, tried to read the email that had been open on my screen, but the words didn’t stick. The letters blurred together until they stopped meaning anything. I rubbed the back of my neck, leaned back in the chair, and stared at the skyline outside the window.Maybe she was lying. That’s what Sienna did, she lied, twisted things, made people doubt what they knew was true. But still.Amelia had been acting strange.The flinch that morning, the fake smile, was she cheating on me? I told myself to stop thinking like
POV: AmeliaThe pregnancy testing kit had been returned to the box, hidden under a stack of never-opened gauze and expired ibuprofen in the bottom drawer of the bathroom. Out of sight, but far from out of mind.I splashed cold water onto my face, watching as the droplets flowed off down my cheeks i
POV: AmeliaThe first thing Amelia had noticed was the light.Neither bright nor harsh—merely soft webs of morning light filtering in around the drapes, etching long golden patterns on the ceiling. The house was still, the kind of silence there was in the very early morning when even the household
POV: EthanI didn’t know when her breath became more important than mine.All I knew was the moment her fingers found the bruises along my ribs, and instead of recoiling, she lingered—like even the ugliest parts of me deserved to be touched gently—I knew I wasn’t going to survive her. Not in the wa
POV: AmeliaI had never hated a hallway before.But that night, it stretched in my memory like something alive and malevolent. White marble floors gleamed like teeth beneath the chandelier’s soft glow, and the heavy silence after Ethan fell was louder than any scream. I could still hear the slap of







