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#131

Chapter 131Nikolai’s POVIt had been a hell of a ride for me these past few months.I sat in my car, parked in a hidden corner not too far from Ethan’s beach house — far enough not to be noticed, close enough that I could see the outline of the building clearly. The engine was running low, a quiet hum beneath my thoughts, the windows rolled up, the glass slightly fogged from the cool morning air meeting the warmth inside.Dawn was breaking.The sky over the ocean was painted in soft pinks and golds, the waves rolling lazily onto the shore as if nothing in the world was wrong. As if my chest wasn’t tight with emotions I didn’t know what to do with.I’d been here all night.Watching. Waiting. Torturing myself.I genuinely loved Cynthia.The realization had come too late—long after denial had stopped working. From the very first moment I saw her, something had shifted inside me, something I’d tried to bury under logic and reason and pride.It had been my father’s birthday celebration at

#132

Chapter 132 Cynthia’s POV What was I thinking? The question kept repeating in my head like a cruel chant as my feet sank into the thick beach sand with every hurried step. Allowing myself to sleep with Ethan. Letting my body forget what my mind had spent three years trying so hard to remember. I squeezed my eyes shut briefly as the memory threatened to resurface — the warmth of his skin, the familiarity of his touch, the way my body had responded as if it had never learned how to exist without him. Yes, I enjoyed the sex. That truth hurt more than I was willing to admit. I’d wanted it to be real. I’d wanted to wake up and believe that last night was the beginning of something healed and whole. That everything we’d broken could somehow be fixed in one night of desperation and longing. But that wasn’t reality. Reality was Anna. Reality was the fact that there was a child involved now — a life that didn’t ask to be born into confusion and lies. A child who, whether I liked it or

#133

Chapter 133 Ethan’s POV I followed her anyway. I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew every instinct in my body was screaming that if I took another step after her, I would only make things worse. But my legs moved on their own, carrying me after Cynthia as she stormed away from the beach house, her shoulders rigid, her back straight in that way she always did when she was holding herself together by sheer will. “Don’t follow me,” she’d said, her voice sharp, trembling with something dangerously close to tears. I hadn’t listened. Then she turned around, finally, and said the words that cut deeper than anything Anna or the media could ever throw at me. “I’m no longer your wife, Ethan. We are separated, and I really need you to sign the divorce papers. I’ll forward them to you again.” She paused, her eyes cold, distant. “Try not to be a bad father to Hayden. I hope we would be able to properly co-parent Amber.” That sentence. That one sentence shattered something inside my chest. Try

#134

Chapter 134Cynthia’s POVNikolai was… kind.That was the word that kept looping in my head as his car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Laurent mansion. Not kind in a suffocating, overbearing way. Not kind with questions and expectations attached. Just quiet, respectful kindness.He didn’t ask me where I’d been.He didn’t ask why I was crying.He didn’t ask why I looked like a woman who had just torn her own heart out with bare hands.He simply drove.The city blurred past the windows while I stared straight ahead, my thoughts a tangled mess of regret, longing, shame, and an ache that wouldn’t settle in my chest. Nikolai kept both hands on the wheel, the silence between us comfortable, intentional. Like he understood that anything he said right now might push me over the edge.When we pulled up, he parked neatly, turned off the engine, and finally looked at me.“Make sure you’re safe,” he said gently. “I’ll call you later.”I nodded, swallowing hard. “Thank you, Nikolai. For… ev

#135

Chapter 135Cynthia’s POVKevin followed me all the way down the hall to my room like a personal security detail with opinions, and the moment I stepped inside, he shut the door behind us with a decisive click that told me I wasn’t getting any peace anytime soon.I barely had time to kick off my heels by the door before he was standing in front of me, arms folded, expression unreadable.“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the armchair by the window.I blinked at him. “Excuse me?”“Cynthia,” he said, using that tone… the one that meant big brother, not business partner, not family strategist, not joking Kevin. “You look like someone who hasn’t slept, eaten, or processed anything that happened in the last twenty-four hours. And yet,” his eyes swept over me slowly, suspiciously, “you have this glow. I have questions. So sit, my dearest Cici.”I sighed, already exhausted, and sank into the chair, rubbing my temples.Kevin disappeared briefly into my walk-in closet. I heard drawers opening, hang

#136

Chapter 136 Ethan’s POV The iron gates of the Walker mansion came into view like a battlefield checkpoint, and somehow, there were already vultures circling. Reporters. Cameras. Microphones. Flashing lights cutting through the late-morning haze as if they could burn straight through the tinted windows of my car and into my skull. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, jaw set, pulse pounding behind my eyes. “Mr. Walker! Ethan! Is it true you abandoned Anna and her child?” “Did you have an affair while married to Cynthia Walker?” “Are the allegations about emotional abuse true?” “Is Walker Industries facing internal collapse?” The questions came rapid-fire, overlapping, sharp and accusatory, each one designed to provoke a reaction. Hands slapped against my car as I slowed near the gates, security struggling to keep them back. I didn’t answer a single one, none of them deserved to hear the truth filtered through clickbait and outrage. I stared straight ahea

#137

Chapter 137 Cynthia’s POV I took the call and placed it on loudspeaker. Kevin was more curious than I was to hear from Matilda. I guess love really is hard to die. Matilda sounded very cryptic, couldn’t even read any emotions to her request. “Hi, Cynthia. Can we meet?” I didn’t know what to respond, I was mute for a while, because I knew Matilda has something going on up her sleeves that I was yet to figure out and now, she is asking for a meeting? “It’s urgent. I promise not to take your time. I will send you the address, thank you” She dropped the call almost immediately not even waiting to hear a response from me. I looked at Kevin who looked away immediately, he looked disappointed at himself. Shortly, the address came in and I just knew I had to grace this meeting to know what is going on on Matilda’s mind. ... Matilda had insisted on somewhere “neutral,” which in her vocabulary apparently meant a discreet private lounge tucked inside one of those elite m

#138

Chapter 138Cynthia’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the café, the world felt too loud. The air hit my face like a slap, and only then did I realize I’d been holding my breath for most of that conversation. I was trembling. My hands shaking just enough that I had to clench them into fists, my stomach twisting in slow, nauseating spirals, my heartbeat refusing to settle into anything remotely normal. Matilda’s last words replayed in my head like a curse. I’m going to tell the world you are a Laurent. I swallowed hard. I’d known, deep down, that telling her my identity had been a risk. I’d felt it the moment the words left my mouth — that faint, instinctive tightening in my gut that warned me I’d crossed a line I couldn’t uncross.But some foolish part of me had still believed in the girl she used to be. The Matilda I knew in college. Sharp, ambitious, yes — but not calculating and cruel. People change. Power changes them faster. I got into the car and drove off. My mind was al

#139

Chapter 139Ethan’s POV “I feel left in the dark,” Devian said. “And I don’t like it. What the fuck is happening? Did you two get into a fight? Or is this something much worse?” The question still hung in the air, unanswered, heavy with suspicion and irritation, but I already knew I couldn’t stay here and dissect this mess with them hovering over me like judges waiting to pass a sentence. “I need to step out,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “I’m going to Anna’s apartment.” Both Devian and Bryan reacted at once. Devian straightened. “Now?” “Yes. Now,” I replied flatly. “This isn’t something I can handle through intermediaries or lawyers. Whatever she’s trying to pull, it ends today.” Bryan didn’t say anything. He just watched me with that same cold, unreadable expression that had been following me since the moment I walked into the house. I was curious as to where Amber was and I had to confirm he was home, I raised my voice slightly. “Amber.” A few seconds later, footst

#140

Chapter 140Ethan's POV I needed to talk to Anna immediately to put an end to her endless gimmicks.I did absolutely nothing to her other than letting her know that I still loved Cynthia and I’m going to try to win Cynthia back. Is that the reason why she had to go as far as ruining it all for me? My phone had been ringing nonstop since I left the house. Investors. Board members. Executives. Silence from Anna, but chaos everywhere else. Walker Industries was bleeding credibility by the minute, and reputations were being dragged through the mud by headlines written faster than truth could keep up. Mr. Brown had called right after Bryan and Devian left. He'd sounded calm. He said he understood. Said he believed in the company. Said Walker Industries was still strong and would over come. But I knew that tone. I'd used it myself before, with people I was already preparing to distance myself from. And then came the unspoken fear beneath his words: Fix this. Or I won't be able to prot

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