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ONIKA'S POVMuseums had always fascinated me—the way history was captured in colors and sceneries. Every painting, every sculpture had a story, and I loved trying to decipher them. But today, I felt different. I was distracted.By him.Nathan walked beside me, hands in his pockets, his usual composed expression in place. But there was something off. He wasn’t entirely present. His eyes weren’t focused on the paintings or the tour guide’s explanations. They were on me. And somehow that scared me as much as it thrilled me.I glanced at him, raising a brow. “You know, you’re supposed to be looking at the art, not at me.”His lips twitched. “Can’t help it.”I rolled my eyes, unable to help myself. “Smooth.”He let out a quiet chuckle but didn’t say anything else.I turned back to the guide, trying to focus, but I could still feel his gaze on me.We stopped in front of a Renaissance painting, a grand scene of a woman reaching toward a man standing in a boat, his hand just out of her reach.

ONIKA'S POVLuckily for me, I managed to get myself together as I walked into my office the next morning. I spotted my assistant, Amara, standing just behind my desk, her phone in one hand, a file in the other.She looked up as I entered, her brows furrowed. "Miss Onika, I've been trying to fix this all morning."I set my bag down, sighing as I put a hand on my head. "What exactly is the complaint?"She exhaled, flipping through the file. "One of the pieces in your exhibition is being challenged for copyright infringement. Someone is claiming that your painting is a copy of their work."I stilled. "That’s ridiculous. Which painting?""The abstract one—Resonance. That's the one."I frowned. "That's one of my most personal pieces. I created it from scratch.""I know," Amara said quickly. "But the complainant insists it resembles their work. They sent an official letter and threatened to escalate it if we don’t withdraw it from the showcase."I inhaled deeply, rubbing my temple. "Did you

ONIKA’S POVI could hear the applause as I made my way up the stage, the next night. Despite my clammy hands that were shaking from nerves purely, I couldn't help but notice the one thing rushing through me like a storm. Happiness.I smiled as I looked around the room. The turnout was even bigger than before. Some faces were familiar—critics, collectors, artists—but there were new ones too. People who had come to see my work as usual. Each turnout always managed to make me smile.Nathan stood near the front, his gaze locked onto me, a small smirk on his lips.I cleared my throat, gripping the microphone. "Good evening, everyone. First of all, thank you. Truly. This exhibition started as a personal journey, a way for me to express the emotions I couldn't put into words. And yet, here you all are, experiencing it with me once more. That means more than I can say."A few people nodded, some smiling encouragingly.I took a breath, scanning the room. "Most of my pieces in this collection r

ONIKA'S POVNo.I blinked, my eyes burning, my vision blurring but when I looked again, the images were still there.What did I expect? That it would just disappear like it was just a hoax?Nathan. With another woman.I scrolled back up, down, trying to make sense of it, to find some explanation, but there was none. His bare skin, her tangled hair, the sheets wrapped around them like the clear evidence that once more, he had managed to rip my heart in two.Tears welled in my eyes. A painful lump formed in my throat, choking me.I couldn’t sit here. I couldn’t breathe.I grabbed my bag and stormed out of my office.Amara was walking towards me, a file in her hand. “Oh, Onika—these need your signature before—”“I’ll do it later,” I rushed out, keeping my head down.She frowned, stepping closer, clearly worried. “Are you okay?”I nodded too quickly. “Just—just need some air.”I didn’t wait for her to say anything else. I walked straight to the elevator, hit the button with shaky fingers,

Nathan’s POVShe was mad at me, and I didn’t know why.I had just returned from London, and she’d sounded fine on the phone at first. But now? Now she was silent, her expression unreadable, and it was making me sick with worry.I tried to focus on the road, but my eyes kept flickering to her. Onika sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window. She hadn’t said more than a few words since we left Laura’s office.I cleared my throat, trying to break the silence. “Want to stop by that café you like? The one with the lemon tarts?”She didn’t answer. She was dead silent and each unanswered question made me more uneasy than the last.I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, refusing to be deterred from making small talk. “Or we could go to the park, get some fresh air? You always say it helps clear your mind.”Nothing. Wow.I exhaled sharply. My chest felt tight and I could feel confusion warring with pain at her silence. “Onika, come on. Talk to me.”She turned her head slig