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Chapter 31

Drake’s POVMargaret had always known me better than anyone else in the world.That was the truth I hated most.She did not need raised voices or accusations. She did not need proof placed neatly in her hands. She noticed patterns. Absence. Shifts in rhythm. Changes in habit that other people dismissed as stress or work pressure.I had built my life on routine.Morning meetings. Evening returns. Predictable dinners. Controlled weekends. Even my infidelities in the past had been structured, brief, forgettable. Margaret had accepted them because they never disrupted the system.Chloe disrupted everything.I noticed Margaret watching me at breakfast three days after Chloe tested my boundaries.She did not look angry. She looked curious.“You did not come home last night,” she said calmly, stirring her tea.“I worked late,” I replied.“You worked late on Monday as well,” she said. “And Thursday.”I met her eyes. “We lost the Asia deal. You know that.”“Yes,” she said. “You lost it suddenl

Chapter 32

Jack’s POVThe nights were the worst.Sleep refused to come easily. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Chloe. Not the girl who used to sit across from me at dinner or the one who cried when I lied to her, but the woman who had stood in that green silk dress, defiant and distant. It haunted me. She looked stronger. She looked like she belonged to someone else.And I could not stand that thought.I told myself it was curiosity, not jealousy. I told myself I only wanted to know where she had gone so suddenly. But deep down, I knew it was an obsession. It had been growing inside me ever since that night at the gallery.I spent hours staring at the ceiling, thinking about every detail. The way her eyes held something cold and sure. The way my father froze when he saw her. It made no sense. My father never froze. He never looked unsettled.I needed answers.Sylvia was the obvious place to start. She knew more than she admitted. She had a way of listening that made people talk. And even thou

Chapter 33

Chloe’s POVI had always known Drake had a wife.That was not the truth that broke me.I lay awake in bed long after sunrise, staring at the ceiling of the master bedroom. The room was quiet, too quiet for a house this large. Drake had left before dawn. He always did when he stayed the night. He never said goodbye. He never lingered. He always left like a man returning to another life.I had accepted that.Or at least I told myself I had.I got out of bed slowly and wrapped myself in a robe. My body felt heavy, not from sleep, but from thought. I walked to the window and pulled the curtain back just enough to see outside. The guards were already in position.I went downstairs without a destination in mind. The house smelled like fresh bread and brewed tea. It was comforting and unsettling at the same time. This place took care of me without asking who I was or what I meant to the man who owned it.Voices drifted in from the dining area.I recognized them immediately.Mrs. Grace and on

Chapter 34

Chloe’s POVDrake did not tell me where we were going.That alone made my pulse quicken.He arrived just after sunset, dressed differently from usual. No suit. No sharp lines. He wore dark jeans, a plain shirt, and a jacket that softened him. His hair was slightly tousled, his face partly hidden under a cap. When he looked at me, his eyes were alert, excited, almost reckless.“You need to dress down,” he said quietly.I smiled. “You do not want me to be seen?”“I want you to be invisible,” he replied, looking at my eyes. That made me want to be anything but.I chose a simple dress that hugged my body without screaming for attention. No jewelry. Flat shoes. My hair pulled back. I looked ordinary enough to pass by without notice, yet close enough to temptation to make him tense.The drive was quiet. Drake kept checking the mirrors. Every red light made his jaw tighten. I found it thrilling. This was not the safe house. This was the outside world. The place where mistakes mattered.When

Chapter 35

Drake’s POVBreakfast at the Humphrey house was never warm.The dining room was large and polished, designed more for appearances than comfort. The table stretched long enough to keep distance between people who no longer spoke freely. The chairs were placed with exact spacing. Nothing was accidental. Even the silence had structure.Margaret sat at the head of the table as she always did. She wore a cream blouse and tailored trousers, her posture straight, her hands folded neatly near her plate. Her face was calm in a way that felt deliberate. Jack sat to her right, scrolling through his phone, pretending to be distracted while clearly listening to everything.I took my seat without greeting either of them. The maid stepped forward and placed my coffee in front of me. The sound of porcelain touching wood cut through the quiet room.Margaret lifted her cup slowly. “You were out late again.”It was not a question. It was a statement dressed in politeness.“I had work,” I replied.Jack l

Chapter 36

Chloe’s POVI woke up with a restless feeling clinging to my skin, the kind that made it impossible to stay still. The room was dim, the curtains barely letting in the first hint of morning light. The house was quiet, but not truly silent. There was always sound here. A faint hum from the electricity. Soft footsteps in the distance. A door opening and closing somewhere downstairs.This place never fully slept.I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling, tracing familiar cracks with my eyes. I had memorized them by now. That alone scared me.I reached for my phone.Drake had not replied.My jaw tightened as I scrolled through the last messages. Nothing new. No response. No reassurance. Just silence sitting heavy between us.I checked the time. Too early to accuse him of ignoring me. Too late to pretend I was not waiting.I rolled onto my side and hugged the pillow, pressing my face into it for a moment before pulling away in frustration. My chest felt tight. Want mixed with irritation

Chapter 37

Chloe’s POVI dreamed that Drake was leaving me.It did not start dramatically. There was no shouting or anger. That was what made it worse.In the dream, I was standing in the safe house living room, barefoot, wearing one of his shirts. The house looked brighter than usual, empty in a way that echoed. Drake stood near the door, calm and distant, adjusting his jacket like he was about to leave for work.“Where are you going?” I asked him.He did not look at me.“I cannot do this anymore,” he said.My chest tightened even in the dream. “Do what?”“Us,” he replied simply.I walked toward him, panic rising. “You said you would protect me. You said I was safe with you.”He finally looked at me then, but his eyes were cold. Empty.“You were never meant to stay,” he said. “You were temporary.”I reached for him, but my hands went straight through his arm like smoke. He stepped outside. The door closed. The sound echoed through the house like a gunshot.I screamed his name.I woke up gasping

Chapter 38

Chloe’s POVDrake came late.I knew it was him the moment the house shifted. The guards moved with purpose. Doors opened and closed quietly. Footsteps echoed down the hallway with a weight that made my chest tighten.I was sitting on the bed when the door opened.He did not greet me.He stood there in his dark suit, jacket still on, tie loosened, his face tight with restrained anger. His eyes locked onto mine immediately, sharp and cold, like he was looking at a problem that refused to be solved.“What you did today was unacceptable,” he said.I stood up slowly. “You ignored me.”“I was at work,” he snapped. “You sent me pictures. You called me again and again. You distracted me during meetings that could have ruined everything.”“I needed you,” I said.“That is not an excuse,” he replied. “You do not get to pull me out of my life whenever you feel insecure.”The word stung.“Insecure?” I repeated. “You disappeared. You did not answer. What was I supposed to think?”“You were supposed

Chapter 39

Chloe’s POVI did not sleep much after that night.My body was tired, but my mind refused to rest. Drake lay beside me, quiet and distant, his presence heavy but unreachable. When morning came, he was already dressed, standing near the window with his back to me, looking out as if the city beyond the walls mattered more than the woman in the bed.“Drake,” I said.He turned slowly. “What is it.”“We need to talk,” I replied.He looked at his watch. “Not now.”“Yes. Now,” I insisted. My voice was calm, but my chest felt tight. “If we do not talk now, we will keep hurting each other.”He studied me for a moment, then nodded once. “Fine.”He sat on the chair near the desk. I wrapped the sheet around myself and faced him.“I am tired of guessing,” I said. “I am tired of half answers and warnings that never explain anything.”“You know enough,” he replied.“No,” I said. “I do not.”Silence settled between us.“I want honesty,” I continued. “Not control. Not protection. Honesty.”His jaw tig

Chapter 40

Chloe’s POV“I am willing to be myself,” I replied.He shook his head. “You are too stubborn.”“Then stop coming back,” I said quietly.He did not answer.I stepped closer. “I will not push you anymore,” I said. “I will not tempt you at work. I will not call you endlessly.”He looked at me carefully.“But I will not disappear,” I added. “I will stay. On your terms. For now.”His shoulders relaxed slightly.“For now,” he repeated.“Yes,” I said.“And if she finds out,” he said, “you will regret this.”“Maybe,” I replied. “But I will not regret choosing you.”Silence returned.He reached out and touched my cheek gently, the first softness since the argument began.“You do not know what you are standing against,” he said.“I know,” I replied. “And I am still here.”He dropped his hand.“I have to go,” he said.I nodded.As he walked away, fear settled quietly in my chest. Not fear of Margaret. Not fear of exposure.Fear of loving a man whose world had no space for me.But for now, I let

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