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My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter while I poured coffee. I picked it up without thinking. Another email from Garrett. The subject line read "I still love you." My stomach dropped the second I opened it. "I miss you every day, Nadia. We can fix this. Remember how good we were together? I know I messed up, but I can be better. Come back to me. We belong together." The words felt too smooth, too practiced. I set the cup down before I dropped it. My fingers tightened around the phone as I scrolled to the next message that arrived right after. This one had old photos attached. Us laughing at a beach. Me asleep on his chest in our old apartment. Then screenshots of old texts. "You are my everything." "I can't live without you." "Remember when you said you'd never leave me?" Each line hit like a punch to the chest. My breath came faster. The memories rushed in unwanted, pulling me back to the girl who once believed every word. My hands started to shake. The old pain flared hot and

My phone lit up with a message from a mutual friend. Priya wanted to meet. Alone. Coffee shop near the park. I stared at the screen for a long moment. Part of me wanted to delete it. Another part, the stronger part I had grown into, decided to go. I needed to face this.I walked into the coffee shop with my head high. Priya sat at a corner table, already stirring her drink. She looked up as I approached, eyes wide and watery. I sat across from her without smiling.“Thank you for coming,” she said, voice soft and shaky. Tears welled up fast. “I was manipulated by Garrett too, Nadia. He made me think you didn’t care anymore. He pushed me into that hotel room. I never wanted to hurt you.”The fake tears rolled down her cheeks. She even let her lip tremble. I watched every move. The way her eyes darted to check if I bought it. The way her hands clutched the cup like she needed something to hold onto. It all felt rehearsed. Too perfect. Too timed.I took a slow sip of my coffee, letting t

**Nadia**I stood in Dominic’s office with my shoulders back and my chin high. The morning light came through the large windows behind his desk. “I want to work at Marcello Global. In events and PR.”Dominic looked up from his laptop, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You do not need to work.”The words came out flat, like the decision was already made and final. I felt the resistance in him immediately. He wanted me safe inside the penthouse, where he could control every part of my day. But I had grown past that point. I was not going to spend my life as a kept woman.“I need to be useful,” I said, keeping my voice calm but firm. “Not a liability. I need to do something that is mine. Something that makes me feel like I belong in this life for real, not just because I am your wife.”He leaned back in his chair. His jaw tightened. I saw the internal fight playing out across his face. Giving me this would mean letting me step into his world. A world where people would see me, talk to me, j

**Nadia**I walked down the long hallway at Marcello Global with a stack of files in my arms. My heels clicked steadily against the marble floor. The meeting I had just finished had gone well. I felt proud of the work I was doing here. This job had become mine. Something I earned with my own effort. I was no longer just Dominic’s wife on paper. I was building something real.A shadow moved at the end of the corridor. Security should have stopped him faster. They didn’t. Garrett stepped out from behind a corner and blocked my path completely. His eyes locked onto me. Wild. Desperate. Hungry.My stomach dropped hard. I stopped walking. The files felt heavy in my hands. Anger flared bright and hot inside me. The man who had shattered my life stood right here in my new world.“Nadia,” he said, voice low and urgent. He moved closer before I could back away. His hand shot out fast. His fingers wrapped around my wrist and squeezed. “I still love you. We need to talk.”Pain shot up my arm. H

**Nadia**I stood in Dominic’s home office watching the legal team work. Papers covered the large desk. Lawyers spoke in low, efficient voices. They filed the restraining order against Garrett that same morning. Dominic watched everything with cold eyes. His jaw stayed tight the entire time. The red marks on my wrist from yesterday still ached when I moved.The order went through fast. No contact allowed. No approaching me. No coming near the penthouse or Marcello Global. I signed where they told me to sign. My hand stayed steady. I had grown stronger since the betrayal. I refused to hide or run anymore. This was protection, but it also felt like another step in the fight I had chosen.Less than twenty-four hours later, the flowers arrived.A large bouquet of white roses sat outside the penthouse door when Raffael opened it. No card. Just the flowers. The sweet, heavy scent hit me the moment I stepped closer. Familiar. Garrett used to send me white roses when we first started dating.