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OPHELIA COLEThe next morning started with Mr. Dawson announcing that he’d be leaving for a business trip. He made it very clear that Luca’s scandal wasn’t going to stop him from moving forward with his plans. According to him, a few shareholders had already withdrawn their shares because they refused to believe Luca was innocent.It was also my first time hearing that Luca had drinking problems. No one ever told me, not even him. And even though most of our communication had been through calls and messages, I still expected to have known something this serious.I stood in the kitchen making mashed potatoes and vegetable stir fry for Grandma, my mind far away. I’d known Luca all my life - drinking was never part of who he was. We had always pictured a future together, doing everything side by side. But I’d gone off to college abroad, and since then our relationship lived through screens and distance.They said it would take seven to fourteen days before I could see him in rehab, and I

OPHELIA COLE I paced back and forth across the rehab visitation room, my nerves stretched thin. The last couple of days had been hell. Thank goodness the Dawson(s) had maids who helped with a few things , especially taking care of Grandma, because I couldn’t count how many times I’d zoned out or how many nights I’d cried myself to sleep, only to wake up and pretend everything was fine. Disappointed? Yes. Betrayed? Absolutely. My mind kept replaying every possibility, the ifs and the if-nots. I wanted so badly to believe it was all some terrible joke. He would never… right? “Ophelia.” I froze. Hearing my name in his voice felt like being dropped into ice water. I turned to look at him, the man I had given my heart to, my life to. I should’ve felt excited to see him after so long. I should’ve run into his arms, told him how much I’d missed him. But instead, all I could manage was a stiff smile as we both sat down. He didn’t try to hug me. Didn’t even reach for my hand. His expres

OPHELIA COLE Two days ago, my mom had called saying we needed to talk but not over the phone. That alone was enough to send my mind spiraling, but she’d quickly assured me she was fine. So I tried not to overthink it.I’d just arrived at her mansion and was stepping inside when I ran into Miriam, our longest-serving housemaid. She practically watched me grow up, and even when my mom tried to retire her, she refused, insisting this was the work she loved.Her face instantly brightened. “Little princess!” she squealed, pulling me into a hug. We were that close; our relationship had long stopped being employer and employee.“I’m not so little anymore, Miriam. But damn—you look as beautiful as ever.”“Thank you. How long has it been now? Two years since I last saw you? It’s so good to have you back. Are you staying?”“I think so… or maybe not. I don’t know yet. I have to talk to my mom first.”“Luca’s scandal, huh? Don’t worry, it’ll be alright.”I forced a smile, trying not to show

OPHELIA COLE I had been awake for over an hour, yet I remained still on the bed, unmoving. Anyone would think I was sick or had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, but it was neither. All night, my mind kept circling back to my conversation with Damien. I still couldn’t decide if what I felt was jealousy or something else entirely, and knowing I’d wake up to see him again didn’t soothe anything. If anything, it made it worse, impossible, every single day.Eventually, I forced myself up, freshened up, and headed to the kitchen for coffee. The house was unusually silent, and the absence of his scent made me assume he was still asleep. But when I walked into the kitchen, he was already there, laptop open on the counter, coffee in hand, deep in what looked like a virtual meeting.Thankfully, the camera wasn’t angled in a way that I’d appear on screen, so when I muttered a soft “hi,” I didn’t have to worry about being seen.He didn’t greet back, but I didn’t mind. I took the jar and st

OPHELIA COLE The morning was painfully quiet....too quiet.Damien had barely acknowledged me. Each time I stepped into a room, he stepped out. He answered my greeting, sure, but not once did he ask how I slept or even look at me long enough for a second word. It was like my presence suddenly became something he couldn’t stand.Back in my bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed replaying yesterday, searching for a crack. Our night had ended fine, we said goodnight, nothing odd. At least nothing on the surface. Yet here he was, acting like I’d crossed a line in my sleep.To distract myself from his sudden cold wall, I called Mary. Somehow, I ended up doing most of the talking while she dropped the biggest surprise, she was moving back to Madrid next week.I didn’t even realize how much I’d missed her until that moment. The thought of seeing her without a screen separating us felt… freeing. She sighed, saying she had planned to show up at my door and surprise me, but of course we both ru