Selene's POV
I wanted tonight to be special. A soft smile played on my lips as I lit the last candle in the dining. The aroma of roasted meat and creamy mashed potatoes filled the air, mixing with the subtle fragrance of the deep red roses I had picked out just for him.
Adrian had been so distant lately. Always working late, always coming home exhausted, barely sparing me a glance. But tonight was supposed to remind him of us—of what we had built together, of the love we had promised each other five years ago.
I smoothed my hands over the black lace dress hugging my figure, excitement bubbling in my chest. He’s going to love this.
The clock on the wall read 8:47 PM.
He was late. Again.
My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to stay positive. He’s probably just caught up at work.
I picked up my phone, dialing his number. It rang once. Twice. Then went straight to voicemail.
A frown tugged at my lips.
I tried again. Same thing.
A strange feeling crawled up my spine, but I shook it off. Adrian was a busy man. I had to be understanding.
But then—why did this feel so damn familiar?
The late nights. The unanswered calls. The dismissive attitude.
No. I shook my head. Don’t be ridiculous, Selene. He wouldn’t.
Wouldn’t what? Cheat on me?The thought sent ice-cold dread trickling through my veins.
I needed to see him.
I grabbed my coat, slipped into my heels, and headed for the door. Entering my car, I drove off.
The city lights blurred past me as I drove, my fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.My heart pounded against my ribs as I pulled up to Adrian’s office building. The towering glass structure was mostly dark, except for the faint glow on the top floor.
Which was his office.I stepped out of the car, the cold night air biting against my exposed skin. With each step toward the entrance, unease coiled in my stomach.
I’m overreacting. He’s just working. That’s all.
But my instincts screamed at me.
Something was wrong.
By the time I reached his office door, my hands were trembling. I wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or from the sheer terror of what I might find.
But then—I heard it. A moan. My body locked up.No.
Another moan followed, this one unmistakably feminine.No. No, no, no.
My throat tightened. My vision blurred. But I had to know.
With a deep, shuddering breath, I pushed open the door immediately.
The scene before me shattered my entire world.
Adrian was there—his bare back glistening under the dim office lights, his body tangled with hers.
Lina. My best friend. My assistant. The woman I helped get this damn job.
A strangled sound escaped my lips before I could stop it.
Their heads snapped toward me.
For a second, everything froze and then they scuttled.
Lina scrambled off him, clutching the sheets to her chest, her face twisting in horror.“Oh my God—Selene, I—”
I couldn’t hear her. Couldn’t hear anything over the deafening roar in my head.
Adrian cursed, grabbing his pants. “Selene—listen, I can explain—”
I laughed.
A sharp, bitter sound that didn’t even feel like it came from me.
“Explain?” My voice wavered, but I forced myself to stand taller. “Go ahead, Adrian. I’d love to hear your explanation for this, I would love to hear how you'll justify your dick mistakenly moving in and out of her in your office? A coincidence, perhaps?.”
He opened his mouth, then shut it.
I turned to Lina, my hands curling into fists at my sides.
“You,” I whispered.
Lina flinched. “Selene, please—”
“You were like a sister to me.” My voice trembled. “I trusted you. I defended you when people doubted you. And this is how you repay me? It's how you reciprocate my kindness Lina? How you thank me for begging my husband to make you his assistant since you couldn't secure a job?”
She paled, shaking her head. “It just...happened.”
“Oh, it just happened?” I let out a choked laugh. “You tripped and landed on my husband’s dick right?”
Lina’s face crumpled, but I wasn’t done.
“How long?” I turned to Adrian, my nails digging into my palms. “How long have you been screwing my best friend?”
They went silent. My breath hitched. “How. Long!” I screamed, fighting to control the anger that coursed through me.
There was a long pause. And then, he muttered nonchalantly “Six months.”
The air rushed from my lungs. Six. Months.
So for half a year, they had been doing this behind my back.
My stomach churned violently, bile rising in my throat. I felt sick.
I forced myself to swallow it down, blinking rapidly. I wouldn’t cry. Not in front of them.
I took a shaky step back.
“I was planning a surprise for you,” I whispered, voice cracking. “A romantic dinner. I thought we could fix...whatever was wrong. But you—you never planned to fix anything, did you?”
He remained silent and I continued. "The least you could do was keep me waiting at home with the excuse that you're caught up with whatever damn work. But you're here screwing someone else? Do you have any conscience? My voice choked warily as I struggled to hold back my emotions from spilling. Adrian’s lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t even have the decency to look guilty. "You know what Selene, I don't care and it's even great you finally found out, I thought you would remain dumb forever" He finally raised with a tone of indifference, stunning me. Something inside me snapped. "I would remain dumb?" I repeated trying to understand if I really heard him well. "Yes, Selene, we've been married for Five fucking years yet nothing to show for it, I can't get stuck with a barren woman! Don't you understand?" He barked out angrily, not even a hint of regret flickered through his eyes. "You can't get pregnant for me, you can't give me at least one child Selene" In things like this, I should be the one angry and flaring but instead, it looked like I was the one at fault. "So all these comes down to getting pregnant for you Adrian? And you think fucking her was the right thing to do? You think this is all my fault?" I asked, not believing that Adrian was actually splitting me apart with those words. I've gone for check-ups so many times but nothing has been said to be wrong with me, I had been patient enough that maybe, just someday, God's time is the best. "Call it whatever you want Selene, but Lina here—". he paused as he turned and pulled her close to his body shamelessly " She's pregnant for me"The words slithered through me like a sharp blade. The air seemed to have left my lungs. I tried to form words but couldn't, it all hung in my throat.
The sheer betrayal. The pain was worse. I clenched my fists, feeling my knees tremble slightly. "You're pregnant for him?" I asked turning to face Lina, wanting to be sure. She nodded, giving me a pathetic look, feigning—pity."I'm sorry Selene, I just thought it was the best way to be of help to him" She replied. I couldn't mistake the amusement that laced in her voice. I forced myself to calm my nerves as I swallowed a breath and lifted my chin, my voice cold. “I hope you two rot in hell.” And then, before they could say another word, I turned and walked out. Reaching outside, I slid into the car immediately and sped off to a bar, it was the best place to cool down the tension in my body right now. I arrived minutes later and ordered three bottles Hennessy brands. The first gulp burned as it slid down my throat. The second was smoother. By the third, my hands had stopped shaking.The bar was dimly lit, the music low, the air waxed with the scent of whiskey and my—regret.
I wasn’t sure how I had ended up here, only that I needed to be anywhere but home.
The bartender eyed me warily as he poured another drink. “ Are you okay ma'am?”
I let out a hollow laugh. “Do I look okay?”
He hesitated. “Want me to call someone?”
“No.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “There’s no one to call.”
I had never felt more alone.
I stared into my drink, my mind replaying the last hour in excruciating detail. The betrayal. The lies. The fact that I had been nothing but a fool all these while.
“Having a rough night?” A deep voice startled me.Selene's POV I looked up. The man beside me was devastatingly handsome. Dark hair, intense brown eyes, an expensive suit that screamed power. He radiated confidence, the kind that made people either fear you or fall for you. “You look like you need something stronger, but I wouldn't advice a pretty lady takes much.” His eyes that held me still. Dark. Intense. Like he saw straight through me. I swallowed. “Yeah but I don’t usually drink.” His gaze flicked to my untouched glass. “That obvious” He paused and then spoke out “Let me guess,” he murmured. “A man?” I exhaled. “How do you know?” He smirked. “Because no lady drinks alone like this unless they’re trying to forget someone.” I studied him. “And you? What are you trying to forget?” His expression didn’t change. “I don’t forget.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. I turned back to my drink, swallowing another sip. The alcohol burned, but it wasn’t enough to erase the ache inside me. "What's your name
Selene The first thing I noticed was the silence. No honking cars. No voices. Just the soft rustle of linen against my skin and the faint hum of the air conditioning. The second thing was the headache. A sharp, pulsing pain at my temples, the kind that screamed of too much alcohol and too many regrets. I groaned, forcing my heavy eyelids open. The room was bright, the morning light spilling through sheer curtains that fluttered slightly from the central air. Then, realization slammed into me like a freight train. This wasn’t my bedroom. My breath caught in my throat. I shot up, clutching the silk sheets to my chest. The room was stunning modern, sleek, and insanely expensive. A penthouse suite. I turned my head and found the other side of the bed empty. For a moment, I sat there, heart pounding, trying to put the pieces together. Last night. At the bar. The whiskey. The man with the intense eyes and the quiet confidence. Oh, God. I had slept with a stranger.
Selene~ A text came in at sunset again from the same number. Dominic: You might want to wear something stunning. A car will pick you up at eight. I stared at the message, my fingers gripping the phone tighter than necessary. This was insane. Why had I agreed to this? Why had I accepted an invitation from a man I barely knew—one whose name I hadn’t even learned until this morning when the hotel concierge where I lodged mentioned it? Dominic. A powerful name. A commanding presence. A man whose touch had erased my pain for one reckless night. But that was all it was supposed to be—one night. And yet, here I was, standing in front of my vanity mirror, slipping into a dress I hadn’t worn since before my marriage crumbled. The deep red silk hugged my curves like a second skin, the thigh-high slit scandalous enough to turn heads. For once, I wanted to be seen. Not pitied. Not broken. I inhaled sharply, pushing down the nerves. Who was Dominic? And why had he sought me o
Selene~ I stared at him, my mind refusing to process everything all at once. Dominic’s expression remained unreadable, as if he had just proposed a business deal rather than something that would alter the course of my entire life. I let out a shaky laugh, disbelief creeping into my voice. "You must be out of your mind." Dominic didn’t flinch. "On the contrary, Selene. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life." I shook my head, stepping back, needing distance. "Why? Why would you even suggest something like this?" Dominic exhaled slowly, as if he had expected my reaction. His fingers grazed the rim of his whiskey glass before he set it down on the bar with a soft clink. "I need an heir." I blinked. "And?" His sharp gaze locked onto mine. "My father has a legacy—a multi-billion-dollar empire that he intended for me to inherit. But there’s a catch. The board of directors refuses to recognize me as the rightful successor unless I prove I have a stable future.
1 year later. Selene~ I stood in the middle of the master bedroom, staring at the open suitcase on the bed. Every dress, every blouse, every pair of heels I folded into it felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t just fabric. It was time. A year’s worth of memories, arguments, silent dinners, lingering touches we both pretended meant nothing, and midnight cries I hid in the pillow when no one was watching. The contract was over and I was free. So why did I feel like I was about to break my own heart? I zipped the suitcase shut, the sound of it slicing through the silence like a knife. I grabbed my coat, took one last look at the room that had truly felt like mine, and walked out. The floors of Dominic’s mansion echoed with my every step as I descended the staircase, half-expecting him not to be here, he was always off in a meeting, handling some empire-shaking crisis, or flying to God-knows-where for a board vote.But today? Today, he was waiting. He came down the stairs sl
Selene~ I sat on the edge of the bed in a hotel I had arrived moments later, staring at my phone. The ten million dollars still stared back at me, bold black numbers that felt obscene. I’d left the mansion, left my daughter, left Dominic… but I couldn’t seem to leave this feeling behind. Was it guilt? Grief? Or just the cruel ache of separation? I didn’t know anymore. I wiped at my face quickly. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I looked around the room, all beige walls and sterile furniture. Clean. Empty. Impersonal. Which was perfect. I didn’t want anything reminding me of what I’d just walked away from. Not the way Dominic’s voice had cracked when he asked if I was sure. Not the feel of Ariana’s soft curls beneath my chin when I held her for the last time this morning. And definitely not the way my heart had twisted when Dominic said it was never fake for him. I got up and walked over to the mirror, the hotel slippers slapping softly against the tiled floor.
Selene~~The following morning, the city pulsed around me with its usual rhythm, honking taxis, clattering heels on pavement, but none of it seemed to touch me. I stood still, watching my reflection in the mirror of my hotel room.I looked… different.Not drastically. Not enough for someone on the street to stop and stare, but enough for me to feel it in my bones. My blouse was crisp white, tucked into charcoal-gray slacks that hugged my hips in a way that screamed ambition. My hair was pinned into a soft chignon, my makeup minimal, save for the confident stroke of eyeliner that made my dark eyes look sharper than they’d ever felt.“Today is not about him, Selene,” I murmured to my reflection. “Today is about me, focus.”I reached for my bag, hesitating only a second when I glanced at my phone. No messages, no missed calls. The silence was both a relief and an ache.I walked out of my room, the cab I already booked waiting.The ride to City Heart's campus was uneventful.The driver wa
Selene POV. The office was white. Not cream, not ivory—white. The walls, the blinds, the ceiling tiles. There was nothing warm or inviting about it. It was sterile, professional, and smelled faintly of rubbing alcohol. I felt small in it. Especially when I had walked in and saw him. Dominic. He was seated behind the sleek glass desk, a tablet in hand, flipping through what I assumed was my resume or application. His expression was unreadable, lips set in a firm line, brows slightly furrowed. He looked up, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. “Miss Stephens,” he said finally, tone clipped and professional, like he was speaking to any other applicant. “Please, have a seat.” I hesitated before sitting across from him, my heart knocking against my chest. The last time I saw him, I walked out of his house with a baby in his arms and ten million dollars in my account. And now… he was interviewing me? He tapped the screen. “You majored in pre-medical studies. You graduated top of you
Selene POV. The office was white. Not cream, not ivory—white. The walls, the blinds, the ceiling tiles. There was nothing warm or inviting about it. It was sterile, professional, and smelled faintly of rubbing alcohol. I felt small in it. Especially when I had walked in and saw him. Dominic. He was seated behind the sleek glass desk, a tablet in hand, flipping through what I assumed was my resume or application. His expression was unreadable, lips set in a firm line, brows slightly furrowed. He looked up, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. “Miss Stephens,” he said finally, tone clipped and professional, like he was speaking to any other applicant. “Please, have a seat.” I hesitated before sitting across from him, my heart knocking against my chest. The last time I saw him, I walked out of his house with a baby in his arms and ten million dollars in my account. And now… he was interviewing me? He tapped the screen. “You majored in pre-medical studies. You graduated top of you
Selene~~The following morning, the city pulsed around me with its usual rhythm, honking taxis, clattering heels on pavement, but none of it seemed to touch me. I stood still, watching my reflection in the mirror of my hotel room.I looked… different.Not drastically. Not enough for someone on the street to stop and stare, but enough for me to feel it in my bones. My blouse was crisp white, tucked into charcoal-gray slacks that hugged my hips in a way that screamed ambition. My hair was pinned into a soft chignon, my makeup minimal, save for the confident stroke of eyeliner that made my dark eyes look sharper than they’d ever felt.“Today is not about him, Selene,” I murmured to my reflection. “Today is about me, focus.”I reached for my bag, hesitating only a second when I glanced at my phone. No messages, no missed calls. The silence was both a relief and an ache.I walked out of my room, the cab I already booked waiting.The ride to City Heart's campus was uneventful.The driver wa
Selene~ I sat on the edge of the bed in a hotel I had arrived moments later, staring at my phone. The ten million dollars still stared back at me, bold black numbers that felt obscene. I’d left the mansion, left my daughter, left Dominic… but I couldn’t seem to leave this feeling behind. Was it guilt? Grief? Or just the cruel ache of separation? I didn’t know anymore. I wiped at my face quickly. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I looked around the room, all beige walls and sterile furniture. Clean. Empty. Impersonal. Which was perfect. I didn’t want anything reminding me of what I’d just walked away from. Not the way Dominic’s voice had cracked when he asked if I was sure. Not the feel of Ariana’s soft curls beneath my chin when I held her for the last time this morning. And definitely not the way my heart had twisted when Dominic said it was never fake for him. I got up and walked over to the mirror, the hotel slippers slapping softly against the tiled floor.
1 year later. Selene~ I stood in the middle of the master bedroom, staring at the open suitcase on the bed. Every dress, every blouse, every pair of heels I folded into it felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t just fabric. It was time. A year’s worth of memories, arguments, silent dinners, lingering touches we both pretended meant nothing, and midnight cries I hid in the pillow when no one was watching. The contract was over and I was free. So why did I feel like I was about to break my own heart? I zipped the suitcase shut, the sound of it slicing through the silence like a knife. I grabbed my coat, took one last look at the room that had truly felt like mine, and walked out. The floors of Dominic’s mansion echoed with my every step as I descended the staircase, half-expecting him not to be here, he was always off in a meeting, handling some empire-shaking crisis, or flying to God-knows-where for a board vote.But today? Today, he was waiting. He came down the stairs sl
Selene~ I stared at him, my mind refusing to process everything all at once. Dominic’s expression remained unreadable, as if he had just proposed a business deal rather than something that would alter the course of my entire life. I let out a shaky laugh, disbelief creeping into my voice. "You must be out of your mind." Dominic didn’t flinch. "On the contrary, Selene. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life." I shook my head, stepping back, needing distance. "Why? Why would you even suggest something like this?" Dominic exhaled slowly, as if he had expected my reaction. His fingers grazed the rim of his whiskey glass before he set it down on the bar with a soft clink. "I need an heir." I blinked. "And?" His sharp gaze locked onto mine. "My father has a legacy—a multi-billion-dollar empire that he intended for me to inherit. But there’s a catch. The board of directors refuses to recognize me as the rightful successor unless I prove I have a stable future.
Selene~ A text came in at sunset again from the same number. Dominic: You might want to wear something stunning. A car will pick you up at eight. I stared at the message, my fingers gripping the phone tighter than necessary. This was insane. Why had I agreed to this? Why had I accepted an invitation from a man I barely knew—one whose name I hadn’t even learned until this morning when the hotel concierge where I lodged mentioned it? Dominic. A powerful name. A commanding presence. A man whose touch had erased my pain for one reckless night. But that was all it was supposed to be—one night. And yet, here I was, standing in front of my vanity mirror, slipping into a dress I hadn’t worn since before my marriage crumbled. The deep red silk hugged my curves like a second skin, the thigh-high slit scandalous enough to turn heads. For once, I wanted to be seen. Not pitied. Not broken. I inhaled sharply, pushing down the nerves. Who was Dominic? And why had he sought me o
Selene The first thing I noticed was the silence. No honking cars. No voices. Just the soft rustle of linen against my skin and the faint hum of the air conditioning. The second thing was the headache. A sharp, pulsing pain at my temples, the kind that screamed of too much alcohol and too many regrets. I groaned, forcing my heavy eyelids open. The room was bright, the morning light spilling through sheer curtains that fluttered slightly from the central air. Then, realization slammed into me like a freight train. This wasn’t my bedroom. My breath caught in my throat. I shot up, clutching the silk sheets to my chest. The room was stunning modern, sleek, and insanely expensive. A penthouse suite. I turned my head and found the other side of the bed empty. For a moment, I sat there, heart pounding, trying to put the pieces together. Last night. At the bar. The whiskey. The man with the intense eyes and the quiet confidence. Oh, God. I had slept with a stranger.
Selene's POV I looked up. The man beside me was devastatingly handsome. Dark hair, intense brown eyes, an expensive suit that screamed power. He radiated confidence, the kind that made people either fear you or fall for you. “You look like you need something stronger, but I wouldn't advice a pretty lady takes much.” His eyes that held me still. Dark. Intense. Like he saw straight through me. I swallowed. “Yeah but I don’t usually drink.” His gaze flicked to my untouched glass. “That obvious” He paused and then spoke out “Let me guess,” he murmured. “A man?” I exhaled. “How do you know?” He smirked. “Because no lady drinks alone like this unless they’re trying to forget someone.” I studied him. “And you? What are you trying to forget?” His expression didn’t change. “I don’t forget.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. I turned back to my drink, swallowing another sip. The alcohol burned, but it wasn’t enough to erase the ache inside me. "What's your name
Selene's POV I wanted tonight to be special. A soft smile played on my lips as I lit the last candle in the dining. The aroma of roasted meat and creamy mashed potatoes filled the air, mixing with the subtle fragrance of the deep red roses I had picked out just for him. Adrian had been so distant lately. Always working late, always coming home exhausted, barely sparing me a glance. But tonight was supposed to remind him of us—of what we had built together, of the love we had promised each other five years ago. I smoothed my hands over the black lace dress hugging my figure, excitement bubbling in my chest. He’s going to love this. The clock on the wall read 8:47 PM. He was late. Again. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to stay positive. He’s probably just caught up at work. I picked up my phone, dialing his number. It rang once. Twice. Then went straight to voicemail. A frown tugged at my lips. I tried again. Same thing. A strange feeling crawled up my spine,