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Sarah’s POVMrs. Asher didn’t move or blink. She sat very still, her hand warm and steady over mine.“What exactly do you mean, Sarah?” she asked quietly.“Sean isn’t poor, Mrs. Asher,” I whispered, tears already filling my eyes. “He is a billionaire. He has a secret bank card… a secret life. He… he has a mistress named Valerie who he spends millions of dollars on. While I’ve been skipping dinner so the kids could eat… he… he—”My voice broke. I quickly looked away and wiped at the corner of my eyes with the back of my hand, trying to hold the tears back.“Huh… how?” Mrs. Asher asked with a lower voice, her brows pulling together in confusion as she leaned closer, clearly trying to understand what I was saying.I turned back to look her in the eye and slowly said, “Sean had been a billionaire… right under my nose.”Mrs. Asher let out a quick gasp. “A billionaire? But Sarah… the rent, the bills… and you told me the heater in your apartment was broken all through last winter. You and t

Sarah’s POV "I... I have to go," I choked out. Ms. Harlow didn’t care that my face had gone pale or that my hands were shaking so much the phone almost slipped. To her, I was just a problem in her office. "Then, get going!" she yelled, her voice cutting through my shock like a whip. "I said get out! Go wherever you want, just get out!" I didn’t say another word to her, neither did I try to defend myself, and I didn’t care about the two weeks leave or Adrian Vale’s money. I simply turned and ran… past the glass jewelry cases, past the shocked faces of the staff, and straight out into the street. “Hey! Hey!” I waved my hand wildly until a cab finally pulled over. “City General Hospital, please… hurry!” I said as I quickly jumped into the back seat. The drive felt like it lasted forever, and my mind was a mess. One part of me was scared, despite the lies, the hidden money… every wrong he’d done to me, Sean was still the father of my children. But another part of me felt cold, and

Sarah’s POV The silence in the penthouse was no longer peaceful. It was a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed against my lungs until I thought they would burst. I stood in the center of her massive, beautiful living room watching her as she remained frozen by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The silence finally broke. It wasn’t words… it was a sound. A sharp, broken sob came out of me before I could stop it. I fell back onto the chair and covered my face with my hands. My tears were hot, soaking into my palms. I wasn’t just crying because my husband had another woman. I was crying because the last seven years of my life were a lie—the days I skipped meals, the times I wore the same shoes until they were worn out, the nights Ethan and Lily asked why their father was always ‘working late.’ All of it was based on a lie so dark it felt like a physical bruise. “It’s not just about his lies, Valerie,” I said, my voice, almost breaking as I struggled to breathe. I looked at her through m

Sarah's POV "Tell me, Sarah," he whispered. "Did you answer a call on my phone yesterday? Because someone spent twenty minutes talking to this number..." I felt the air leave the room as Sean held the phone out, the screen glowing with that single call. There was no name saved… just the number, but I knew that number had been saved yesterday as Valerie when I answered it, and now he had deleted it, leaving only the bare number. I had spent twenty minutes talking to his secret world, and now he knew. "I’m asking you a very simple question, Sarah," Sean said. His voice was low and dangerous. "Did you answer my phone?" "No," I whispered, forcing myself to look him in the eye. "I didn't answer it, Sean. I told you, I was a mess, I was walking for hours. The phone was at the bottom of my bag. It must have... it must have bumped against something. You know how these new phones are. They are sensitive." Sean’s jaw tightened. He didn't believe me, he never believed anyone. He leaned fo

Sarah’s POV "You... you are... Sean, you are home?" I stammered. Ethan gasped. “Mom!” Lily jumped back, grabbing my leg. “It fell!” They both stared at the floor, then slowly lifted their eyes to Sean. The excitement on their faces faded. “Daddy!” They echoed. They ran toward him, their small feet thumping on the floor. I stood by the door, my fingers still curled as if I were holding the bag that now lay on the floor. The smell of lemon butter and expensive seafood filled the sitting room. “Daddy, you’re back!” Ethan said, reaching out to touch Sean’s knee, then stopped when he saw the bandages. “What happened to your head? Does it hurt?” Lily climbed onto the sofa beside Sean and touched his arm gently. “Daddy, we missed you. Where did you go? Mom said you were working very hard.” Sean didn't move, speak nor hug them. His body was stiff, like he was frozen, but his eyes moved from the children to the spill on the floor. “Dad, look!” Ethan said, pointing at the mess by my fe