All Chapters of Loving The Wrong One : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Quiana I checked the clock for the seventh time. 11:47 p.m. The candles on the dining table had burned down to tiny flames, their wax spilling onto the silver holders I'd chosen so carefully that morning. Dinner was cold. The champagne was untouched. And Zack was still not home. I lowered my phone slowly, staring at the last message I'd sent him almost two hours ago. *Are you coming home tonight?* No reply. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to look away. It was our fifth wedding anniversary. Five years. I had spent the entire afternoon pretending it meant something. I had gone through my closet three times before settling on the black dress hanging over the back of my chair. I had curled my hair, put on the perfume Zack once told me he liked, and spent nearly two hours preparing a dinner I knew he probably wouldn't appreciate. I had even bought him a gift. It was still sitting beside my plate. A sleek silver watch. Nothing extravagan

Quiana I stopped halfway down the staircase. For one suspended second, my mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing. Cameron was sitting in our living room. Alive and home. After all these years. My fingers tightened around the banister until my knuckles hurt. I couldn't breathe properly. I couldn't even move. The woman sitting across from Zack looked older than the sister I remembered, her once-bright face thinner now, her dark hair falling loosely around her shoulders, but there were some things time couldn't erase. Those eyes, that smile and that face I had spent years trying not to remember too clearly. It was Cameron. My sister. A man stood behind her wheelchair, one hand resting on the handle while the other held a small bag. He looked like a caregiver, perhaps someone who had been helping her throughout the journey. He didn't say anything. He simply remained beside her, giving her the attention of someone accustomed to caring for her. But I barely noticed h

Zack’s POV“Are you happy with her?”I stared at Cameron. For a few seconds, I didn't know what to say. Her question had caught me off guard, not because I had never asked myself the same thing, but because hearing it from her made something uncomfortable shift inside me.Cameron waited, her eyes fixed on mine.I glanced toward the hallway before looking back at her. “It's late.”Her brows pulled together slightly. “Zack—”“You're exhausted.” I kept my voice calm, but there was a firmness in it that told her I wasn't going to have this conversation tonight. “You've been travelling, you're in pain, and you need to rest. Whatever you're trying to ask me can wait until tomorrow.”She studied me for another moment before lowering her gaze. “I only wanted to know.”“And you'll know when I'm ready to talk about it.”There was no anger in my voice, but I left no room for an argument.“Okay.”The quiet acceptance softened something in me. I stepped closer to her wheelchair. “Come on. You need

Quiana’s POVThe words stayed between us.*I never stopped blaming you for what happened to her.*They didn't sound like an accusation anymore. They sounded like a sentence.I stood there, staring at Zack, waiting for something in his face to soften. Anything. A flicker of doubt. A trace of regret. Some indication that the man standing in front of me remembered that I was more than the person he had held responsible for everything that had gone wrong.Nothing came.His expression remained hard, his jaw tense, his eyes unreadable, and somehow that hurt more than the words themselves.I drew in a slow breath, but it caught halfway down my throat. “So that's it?”Zack didn't answer immediately. His gaze shifted toward the window, his shoulders rigid beneath his shirt. “I think we've reached the point where pretending this marriage can work is pointless.”A strange laugh escaped me. It wasn't funny. It was simply the sound my body made when my heart didn't know what else to do.“Pretendin