—ARTHUR When I get back to the company, my assistant Liam is already waiting for me in my office. His expression is neutral, but I can tell he doesn’t have the answer I want.“Sir, I checked thoroughly. Justin has no known alias named Leon.”I nod, dismissing him with a wave, but frustration churns inside me. I hate how I’m feeling so wormy on the inside about all of this. So unsettled.The image of Eleanor smiling at the damn director strikes my mental screen and I curse under my breath.Agitated, I pull out my phone and call Klaus.He’s what one would call a best friend. I hardly befriend people. Klaus is an exception.“I need a drink,” I say the moment he picks up.Klaus lets out a short laugh. “You? Something must be up, what bee has stung you?” “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” I sigh.“Fine, fine. I’ll meet you at the usual spot.” He says, his tone dropping with ornery.**By the time I arrive at the bar of one of the exclusive hotels in town, Klaus is already there, two glas
—ELEANORThe night is still young, but exhaustion weighs on my limbs as I watch my colleagues gather their things. The company dinner we just had, had been nothing short of indulgent, and I can still feel the satisfying heaviness in my stomach from the rich food.Despite the lingering warmth of laughter and conversation, I have no desire to linger. The urge to slip away unnoticed pulls at me.I reach for my bag, pulling it close as I lower my head, ready to disappear into the night before anyone notices.But a familiar voice calling out my name makes me freeze.“Eleanor”I turn slightly, finding Justin, the school’s music director— my boss— standing a few feet away, hands tucked casually into his pockets. He’s watching me with that easy, confident smile of his.“Justin” I say awkwardly, He approaches me. “Let me drive you home.”I immediately start to shake my head. “Ah… you don’t have to,” I say, keeping my voice light but firm. “I can manage.”“It’s okay, it’s nothing,
—ELEANOR. -The air feels thick as I step out of Justin’s car, my pulse quickening. Arthur stands in front of Cindy’s apartment building, his presence impossible to ignore. His sharp gaze flicks to me, then shifts to Justin as we approach.His tired hazel eyes don't fail to show how obnoxious he finds the duo in front of him.He proceeds to glare at Justin.Justin, ever composed, greets him politely. “Mr. Newton, CEO of HT Global Enterprise, it’s an honor to meet you.” His voice is smooth, respectful—but firm. It’s no surprise he recognizes Arthur.Arthur is a big shot. Justin reaches into his pocket with practiced ease, retrieving a sleek business card between his fingers. With a smooth motion, he hands it over, his lips curving into a confident smile.“I’m Justin Cent, director of Melodias Music School,” he announces, his voice carrying the crisp professionalism of a man who knows his name holds weight. “I didn’t expect to run into you tonight, not in a city this vast. Meeting A
—ELEANOR-I don’t want to kiss Arthur. I have no intention to.We are getting a divorce and this kiss— this moment will only push us and hurt us in an unbridled way.My head is saying no but my body is submitting to his lips on mine, creating an apocalypse that I cannot fathom.I open my mouth and welcome him in, and our bodies collide, sending electric shocks through my nerves.The kiss leaves me breathless, my mind spinning, my body betraying me in ways I refuse to acknowledge.Just the two of us, inside this elevator, this limited space that only us can feel. My fingers still tremble from where they had clung to Arthur’s shirt, as if anchoring myself to reality, to something tangible. But reality is a cruel thing.Arthur pulls away slightly, his breath warm against my lips. His sharp eyes, always unreadable, soften just enough to make my stomach twist. As he catches his breath, he asks the question that makes my heart stumble.“Do you regret marrying me?”The words hit me harder
CHAPTER 13—ELEANORArthur stares at me, his eyes deep and unreadable, a silent plea lingering between us. I don’t know what he wants me to say, but I feel the weight of it, pressing against my ribs. There’s a warmth in his gaze, something almost desperate, but there’s also an iciness, a hesitation that makes my stomach twist.I step forward. Brave, maybe foolish. But I want this—I want to see if the heat between us is real or just another fleeting illusion.He meets me halfway.Our lips collide, rough, searching, like we’ve both been starving for something we don’t know how to name. His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping, pulling me closer until I feel the heat of his breath mix with mine. A small gasp escapes me when his teeth graze my bottom lip, and he takes the sound as permission. His hands find my waist, pressing me against him, his body warm and solid against mine.It’s intoxicating. He’s intoxicating.Arthur shifts, his grip firm but not forceful as he presses me back agains
–ELEANOR-I can’t ignore the sadness gnawing at my gut or the tinge of self-loathing for giving in to Arthur’s kiss.At the mere mention of Brianna, he’s already leaving.It's not the first but it feels worse this time because we were in the middle of something intimate, something we didn't let ourselves fully explore in our marital years. It hurts and it sucks so bad."I'll be back soon." Arthur's voice is softer than usual, almost hesitant. The words linger in the air between us, and despite my efforts to ignore them, I'm forced to look at him."Wait for me." His eyes search mine, the plea in them unmistakable, but his tone carries the weight of an order.I don’t reply. Instead, I slip on my mask of nonchalance, the same one I always wear. It’s easier that way. If I let my guard down now, I might say something I’ll regret later.“Brianna has been admitted to the hospital. It’s an emergency,” he starts to explain himself “I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll wrap it up as soon as
ELEANOR’s POV-—I shouldn’t have let myself slip again.The realization settles like a heavy stone in my stomach, cold and unforgiving. Arthur had abandoned me long ago, and tonight’s fleeting intimacy was nothing more than a product of his desire—a moment of weakness on my part, a mistake. I shouldn’t have let myself be fooled by this false sweetness, shouldn’t have let my heart tangle itself in the illusion that it meant something.The kisses, the touches— I drown them I bite the inside of my cheek as I pull out the photo from his wallet again, my fingers trembling slightly. The wedding picture of us stares back at me, mocking me with the innocence we once had. I bury my hope, finally.I exhale sharply and slide the wallet back into his coat. I stare at the coat, with bitterness, like it’s a person and it has done me wrong.I don’t care. I don’t care if he comes home tonight or not. I’ll enjoy the tomato soup I prepared and have a good night's sleep.And Tomorrow, I’ll return
ELEANOR— - As I lay on the bed, enveloped in my husband's warmth, I nestle my back deeply into his arms, feeling his gentle grip on my waist as he pulls me closer. Soft, tender kisses dance across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The blood-boiling sex we shared still resonates, the lingering sensations on my skin and between my legs a reminder of our loving encounter. His arms around me tighten more and his lips press on the bane of my shoulder igniting more warmth in my body. His lips move to my neck where he kisses me passionately and excitedly and then moves to my cheeks where he places the last few kisses before letting his mouth leave me. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want to melt into Arthur and absorb his entirety. Surprisingly this time his touch feels more intimate than before, more secure, and more enthusiastic. It’s not unlike Arthur to touch me or kiss me, but tonight just feels different— different in a way that keeps me satisfied and pleasure-filled.
ELEANOR’s POV-—I shouldn’t have let myself slip again.The realization settles like a heavy stone in my stomach, cold and unforgiving. Arthur had abandoned me long ago, and tonight’s fleeting intimacy was nothing more than a product of his desire—a moment of weakness on my part, a mistake. I shouldn’t have let myself be fooled by this false sweetness, shouldn’t have let my heart tangle itself in the illusion that it meant something.The kisses, the touches— I drown them I bite the inside of my cheek as I pull out the photo from his wallet again, my fingers trembling slightly. The wedding picture of us stares back at me, mocking me with the innocence we once had. I bury my hope, finally.I exhale sharply and slide the wallet back into his coat. I stare at the coat, with bitterness, like it’s a person and it has done me wrong.I don’t care. I don’t care if he comes home tonight or not. I’ll enjoy the tomato soup I prepared and have a good night's sleep.And Tomorrow, I’ll return
–ELEANOR-I can’t ignore the sadness gnawing at my gut or the tinge of self-loathing for giving in to Arthur’s kiss.At the mere mention of Brianna, he’s already leaving.It's not the first but it feels worse this time because we were in the middle of something intimate, something we didn't let ourselves fully explore in our marital years. It hurts and it sucks so bad."I'll be back soon." Arthur's voice is softer than usual, almost hesitant. The words linger in the air between us, and despite my efforts to ignore them, I'm forced to look at him."Wait for me." His eyes search mine, the plea in them unmistakable, but his tone carries the weight of an order.I don’t reply. Instead, I slip on my mask of nonchalance, the same one I always wear. It’s easier that way. If I let my guard down now, I might say something I’ll regret later.“Brianna has been admitted to the hospital. It’s an emergency,” he starts to explain himself “I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll wrap it up as soon as
CHAPTER 13—ELEANORArthur stares at me, his eyes deep and unreadable, a silent plea lingering between us. I don’t know what he wants me to say, but I feel the weight of it, pressing against my ribs. There’s a warmth in his gaze, something almost desperate, but there’s also an iciness, a hesitation that makes my stomach twist.I step forward. Brave, maybe foolish. But I want this—I want to see if the heat between us is real or just another fleeting illusion.He meets me halfway.Our lips collide, rough, searching, like we’ve both been starving for something we don’t know how to name. His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping, pulling me closer until I feel the heat of his breath mix with mine. A small gasp escapes me when his teeth graze my bottom lip, and he takes the sound as permission. His hands find my waist, pressing me against him, his body warm and solid against mine.It’s intoxicating. He’s intoxicating.Arthur shifts, his grip firm but not forceful as he presses me back agains
—ELEANOR-I don’t want to kiss Arthur. I have no intention to.We are getting a divorce and this kiss— this moment will only push us and hurt us in an unbridled way.My head is saying no but my body is submitting to his lips on mine, creating an apocalypse that I cannot fathom.I open my mouth and welcome him in, and our bodies collide, sending electric shocks through my nerves.The kiss leaves me breathless, my mind spinning, my body betraying me in ways I refuse to acknowledge.Just the two of us, inside this elevator, this limited space that only us can feel. My fingers still tremble from where they had clung to Arthur’s shirt, as if anchoring myself to reality, to something tangible. But reality is a cruel thing.Arthur pulls away slightly, his breath warm against my lips. His sharp eyes, always unreadable, soften just enough to make my stomach twist. As he catches his breath, he asks the question that makes my heart stumble.“Do you regret marrying me?”The words hit me harder
—ELEANOR. -The air feels thick as I step out of Justin’s car, my pulse quickening. Arthur stands in front of Cindy’s apartment building, his presence impossible to ignore. His sharp gaze flicks to me, then shifts to Justin as we approach.His tired hazel eyes don't fail to show how obnoxious he finds the duo in front of him.He proceeds to glare at Justin.Justin, ever composed, greets him politely. “Mr. Newton, CEO of HT Global Enterprise, it’s an honor to meet you.” His voice is smooth, respectful—but firm. It’s no surprise he recognizes Arthur.Arthur is a big shot. Justin reaches into his pocket with practiced ease, retrieving a sleek business card between his fingers. With a smooth motion, he hands it over, his lips curving into a confident smile.“I’m Justin Cent, director of Melodias Music School,” he announces, his voice carrying the crisp professionalism of a man who knows his name holds weight. “I didn’t expect to run into you tonight, not in a city this vast. Meeting A
—ELEANORThe night is still young, but exhaustion weighs on my limbs as I watch my colleagues gather their things. The company dinner we just had, had been nothing short of indulgent, and I can still feel the satisfying heaviness in my stomach from the rich food.Despite the lingering warmth of laughter and conversation, I have no desire to linger. The urge to slip away unnoticed pulls at me.I reach for my bag, pulling it close as I lower my head, ready to disappear into the night before anyone notices.But a familiar voice calling out my name makes me freeze.“Eleanor”I turn slightly, finding Justin, the school’s music director— my boss— standing a few feet away, hands tucked casually into his pockets. He’s watching me with that easy, confident smile of his.“Justin” I say awkwardly, He approaches me. “Let me drive you home.”I immediately start to shake my head. “Ah… you don’t have to,” I say, keeping my voice light but firm. “I can manage.”“It’s okay, it’s nothing,
—ARTHUR When I get back to the company, my assistant Liam is already waiting for me in my office. His expression is neutral, but I can tell he doesn’t have the answer I want.“Sir, I checked thoroughly. Justin has no known alias named Leon.”I nod, dismissing him with a wave, but frustration churns inside me. I hate how I’m feeling so wormy on the inside about all of this. So unsettled.The image of Eleanor smiling at the damn director strikes my mental screen and I curse under my breath.Agitated, I pull out my phone and call Klaus.He’s what one would call a best friend. I hardly befriend people. Klaus is an exception.“I need a drink,” I say the moment he picks up.Klaus lets out a short laugh. “You? Something must be up, what bee has stung you?” “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” I sigh.“Fine, fine. I’ll meet you at the usual spot.” He says, his tone dropping with ornery.**By the time I arrive at the bar of one of the exclusive hotels in town, Klaus is already there, two glas
—ARTHUR.-Last night was a mess. An off-the-counter kind of mess.I was drunk and disheveled and Brianna came onto me and decided to kiss me in the most back-hurting position where I couldn’t break it off easily and as fast as possible and Eleanor just had to walk in on us.I hate that she saw us like that, and I hate the way she stormed off.That incident still infuriates me today, and nothing will deter me from having a conversation with Eleanor. I'll even cut my meeting short if necessary to make sure I get the chance to talk to her.Feeling more than sobered up, I get into my car and make my way to Melodia Music School.I am confronting Eleanor right now and nothing’s going to stop that.I detest misunderstanding.I pull up in front of The school and make my way into the school building not caring if my car gets towed with my wrong parking.I haven’t been here before, I don’t know where these halls lead to and I don’t know where Eleanor’s office is.As I make my way down the hall
CHAPTER SEVEN—ELEANOR -I stand frozen, my feet rooted to the ground and struggling to process the scene before me.Arthur and Brianna are passionately kissing in our— Arthur’s bed, the door wide open for anyone to see.For me to see!For a moment, I just stood there, frozen. The air feels thick, suffocating, like the walls of the house are closing in on me.He is not pushing her away. Not really. His hands are on her arms, weak, unsure-like he has no strength to resist.And that was all I needed to see.Whatever foolish thoughts I had on the way here, whatever hope I had clung to, shattered in an instant. Arthur, my soon-to-be ex-husband, whom I've fallen shamelessly in love with, holds another woman, Brianna, in his arms.My chest goes tight and a piercing pain strikes it through. The air is thick with awkwardness, and I feel humiliation wash over me.Arthur moves and Our eyes lock, and he disentangles himself from her. Guilt and panic contort his face as he tries to explain.